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quite frankly i’m still here
#need that feral dragon like water#need WHATEVER TF HE AND MC WERE ON THEY WERE BOTH INSANE ACTUALLY#god his myth gave me so much whiplash i miss him I MISS HIMMMMMM#love and deepspace sylus#lnds sylus#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#sylus x mc#sylus x you#sylus myth#love and deepspace
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Why is Dany almost always drawn as this angelic grown woman with long hair and a hourglass figure? I know she's pretty, but this girl was walking around Essos bald, starved, with cracked nipples and 3 dragons to feed. Let her get dirty!
The cowardice of it.
Let her look like her iconic self! A bald, small fourteen-year-old, body still post-partum, with a lion's head for a hood crossing the desert with her small khalasar looking for a destination like some kind of knock-off Dothraki Dragon Moses. She just performed a murderous miracle and brought baby WMDs to life. They are marching and starving like young Stannis holding Storm's End through a year-old siege. They are drinking sulfuric water. The people are dropping like flies. Still they march. Her people die and her dragons thrive and her only mantra is that her word is their law and there's a star she needs to follow.
This is not a sex symbol. This is not an inspiring girl power fashion plate.
This is a raw, determined human in rough condition, with few lines left to cross and less cares to give about it.
People want a silver-haired, silk-clad, half-dressed dragon barbie when they should be celebrating this feral ticking time bomb.
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Dragon Dan Heng + Oviposition
Warning: oviposition, non-human anatomy things, oral, rut cycles, feral behavior, biting, belly bulge, breeding, copious amounts of cum, cumplay????, plugging??? tf do I call it-, author rambling again with little coherency, top character
GN reader I think.
NSFW under the cut:
He- Oml we're going with the combo of one cock + oviposition + internal sheath thing + ribbed dick.
Oml so if we go the egging route... God he's whining as the eggs make their way into his cock from whatever internal pouch he has. Moaning like a pornstar and grinding into your hole as they slide through his cock and stretch out his dick's slit to make themselves at home inside you with a spurt of precum. There's LOTS of that, making your insides already messy before he even cums. The size of the egg has your belly feeling bloated already. But by the time he's done, your tummy has been rounded out like you're already months pregnant and then he's emptying his cum inside of you on top of that to fertilize the eggs. When he's filling you with his eggs, his teeth are likely latched into your shoulder. He really didn't mean to he's just so far gone that he did it without thinking about it. :(( He just wanted to lay claim on you in more way than one with that rut brain of his. :(( Secretly but not so secretly because of how he looks at it later likes the marks on you.
You can feel free to add this into your fantasy or not, but personally- Sometimes I think about how his internal egg pouch where he keeps the eggs (grows them??? tf-) ends up bloated by the time his rut comes around. Sorta makes sense because how else would big eggs fit in his body to put into you? Like I imagine he has a flat belly until getting close to his rut and suddenly his lower belly is swelling with eggs that he just has to put in you once it's time. Please won't you let him breed you? :((
Sometimes this idea shows up in my fantasies and sometimes it doesn't. As most things go with dragon Dan Heng in my head.
Also random thing about his large pecker dick: I think it might have a thinner tip. Like... it's mostly the same size all the way down with only the slightest of tapering, but then right at the tip it tapers a lot. Like not even an inch before the tip it does that. Also I still like the idea of it being ribbed. :D
Also oml there's something obscene about the way the eggs also stretch out not only his cock but the opening of his sheath oifjsoegi- Once again pushing the internal sheath agenda.
I think that as long as he doesn't fertilize them, they won't grow or anything. So you'll just lay them later on. Always very sweet with you whether you're laying unfertilized eggs or birthing the eggs that will eventually hatch. Will soothingly rub your belly and hold your hand. Might reach in to help coax the eggs out. If they aren't fertilized, it means he doesn't have to be as careful with them and just uses his claws to gently pull them out fjsije- This makes me think that he probably takes them out after his rut is over because he'd wanna keep them in to pacify (god there was another word I was gonna use-) his Need to Breed TM.
But ye when he's done filling you with his eggs and cum, he's watching the way his cum spills out of your thoroughly bred hole and will gather it back up to finger it back in. Probably cups his hand on your hole to keep it in before putting a plug in you to keep all that thick cum in you. Slides his fingers in your mouth to have you clean them off but then licks his tongue into your mouth because he wants to taste the mixture of his and your cum in your mouth.
Talked about aftercare last time, but now I'll add a lil more and say that with rut it's not just fucking. His dragon rut brain tells him to take care of you and protect you, his mate. So he's also making sure you're drinking water, fed, and warm. Will feed you by hand and help you drink your water. If you're into it, maybe he even puts the water into his own mouth to give to you. Possibly because you're too fucked out to even drink it when he puts the cup or waterbottle to your lips. Probably does a fucking perimeter check of the room because his rut brain demands he makes sure it's safe before he snuggles up with you and you have an armful of purring dragon to help you fall asleep.
Wrote this and then did not read through it so there maybe typos and things that don't make sense whoops.
Will check it later.
#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#dan heng x reader#dan heng smut#dragon dan heng#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#top character#gn reader#I'm pretty sure it is OTL#Roro writes
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...I just found a guide on how a Bhaalspawn can become God of Murder in an old Dragon article! Disclaimer: You might need to kill Bhaal again first for this to work.
"First, [the Bhaalspawn] must bring about the death of a thousand innocents. It can do this through a variety of methods: unleashing a magical plague, using magic to destroy a city with an earthquake, awakening and then controlling an ancient dragon... the possibilities are endless. "Next, it must recover a piece of its father's mortal flesh; either from the body that lies within the Winding Water where Bhaal was killed during the Time of Troubles or else the body left in the Moonshae isles, where Bhaal's avatar was killed by King Tristran of the ffolk. "Finally, he must sit upon the Throne of the Gods and be judged by the overgod Ao. The Throne could be located in any number of inhospitable places: the Starpeaks in the High Forest, in the deepest regions of the Underdark, or somewhere on the Outer Planes." - Dragon #288
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Other fun stuff in there included the idea that Bhaal was very likely to direct his kids to fuck up Cyric's plans.
There was also a guide to the weird powers they will develop:
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Warning, having Bhaal as a father may cause you to exhibit two or more of the following side effects:
Addiction to homicide (Refusal to commit homicide will lead to your mind being eaten away until you turn into a ravening, feral animal.)
Your soul going to hell (well, Gehenna) when you're unconscious
Viscous black blood that attracts devils and demons like flies to honey
Poisonous blood! You can coat your weapons with it!
Turning into a divine murder monster
Getting so carried away with bloodlust you try to fight everything. Literally everything in reach, all at once.
Overwhelming homicidal rage when slightly inconvenienced
A steadily weakening sense of free will
Everybody around you immediately dislikes you because you give off Vibes.
A personality so bad it has charisma penalties
Nightmares so traumatic they actually impair your ability to function while awake
Detect evil spells will say you're evil and holy weapons and water will harm you. Even if you're not evil
Being fireproof, for some reason
Super strength
And more!
#...I'm stealing some of these for my Charname tbh#Also hey! Durge already has Bhaal's flesh.#It's their *own* body!#I wasn't even looking for this I was just browsing an index for FR articles in Dragon magazines and found it#...why the fire resistance?#...and why are we alternating between “it” and “he” as pronouns in an article written by cis men in the 2000s? Weird.#durge#the dark urge#dark urge#lore stuff
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i need to be more insane about zolu.
they know no bounds to how loyal and trusting they are to each other. luffy heard there was a feral demon pirate hunter back in shells town in prison, and he wanted to see for himself if he would be a good guy for his crew! and after finding that yes, he was - literally eating from his hand, more dirt than the riceballs - he decided he needed him on his crew. and zoro agreed because that stretchy guy brought him back his swords and gave him back the purpose and freedom to chase after his dream. from day 1 they saw eye to eye what was important to them.
it didn't matter to zoro that he was luffy's first crewmember, because he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long, after seeing what he was capable of and how sure of reaching his dream he was. zoro was the first one instantly convinced he was in the presence of the future pirate king. drifting on their small boat, just the two of them, hungry and without a braincell with navigational skills between them.
when luffy was in the cage that buggy trapped him in, he said to zoro to run but only with one look between them zoro read that as 'fire the canon', so he did, and nami just looked between them like 'are they insane?' (yes, they are), and then zoro proceeded to pick up the cage with luffy while bleeding out and got him to safety.
in alabasta they were rushing to escape before they drowned and luffy still asked him to save smoker, and zoro wouldn't otherwise do that, but he trusted luffy to know what was he thinking. and when he didn't know what he was thinking (like whiskey peak) they fought but they were on the same strength level, and in the end it sorted itself out.
zoro didn't mind to listen to luffy when he ordered not to fight back (on jaya), but called him out when the situation needed it - when he needed to sit down and listen to his words and respect their crew to their full potential (enies lobby), and luffy did.
traveling from water 7, luffy knew he could call on zoro to cut that train ahead of them, because he always knew to trust in zoro's skills. ever since skypiea - even if their enemy was too strong for zoro - he still tried. so luffy trusted him again and again, to leave some battles just for him. like the dragon on punk hazard, like pica in dressrosa.
yes, zoro could be a captain of his own crew, as many people who encounter the strawhats always seem to think, but he wouldn't even be a pirate in the first place if it wasn't for luffy, and wouldn't be on any other crew, for that matter.
so it was a no brainer for what he did at thriller bark. it was necessary because he wouldn't be able to follow his dream - to become the world's greatest swordsman as he promised both to kuina and luffy - without his captain. that future would be meaningless. he made a promise, so he took his pain, but instead of dying from that burden - he lived. he lived with it and got stronger thanks to it.
when luffy was going through the worst moments of his life, he knew that back on sabaody in two years, his crew and zoro would be waiting for him to come back to them. they needed him just as much as he needed them.
some time later, when they needed to part for short while, luffy would rest easily without worrying about his crew because they'd be with zoro, and he would see them all soon again!
and be it by luck or fate or destiny, it was zoro whom luffy found first of the strawhats in wano, and he could only leap through the air to give zoro the biggest hug, happy to see him again, with zoro grinning back at him.
#uhh idk what this is supposed to be. a ficlet or my favorite zolu moments? both. probably both#zolu#one piece#mine#my ramblings#theyre just so !! soulmatey. brilliant. insane#long post#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#luzo#gif:zolu#gif:op other#gif:writing
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Alright I'm on my period (pain) and in a monsterfucker mood so, here's how I imagine several of my fave monsters would react to their s/o on shark week
Dragon: I imagine these guys run hot, so you'd have easy access to what's basically a massive heat pack that's eager to please and probably going to be a little smug about it. You are the centerpiece of their hoard and dragons take great pride in keeping what is theirs in top condition. Expect to be pampered as they see fit and to have your every want and desire tended to. Need something? Don't even think of getting up, they'll get it for you. Cravings? Already stocked up on all your favorites. Want comfort? You'll be snuggled up to and curled around like a teddy bear. There will probably be a heat pack for when your dragon can't be around (probably because they're running errands for you), but expect those times to be few and far between. Overall, dragons will take this time of the month as a way to prove just how attentive and capable they are. Please reward with lots of pats and kisses.
Drider: PANIC. Driders have an incredible sense of smell and will know you're on your period the moment that you start. No matter how many times it happens, their first and instinctual reaction to smelling blood on you will always be concern that you've been injured in some way. This feeling can be hard to shake off, so don't be surprised if they get particularly anxious or hovering. Driders take their mate's health very seriously and have no patience for anything threatening that, including you, so you won't have to worry about not having what you need but you will have to worry about upsetting your drider by not looking after yourself to their standard. For example, if you skip a meal under their watchful eyes, you'll be pestered about not getting the energy and nutrients you need until you give in. And big one, take extreme measures to reassure them that you're not overexerting, or you might find yourself relegated to a bed or couch for resting, cocooned until you're deemed ready to get up and not a moment sooner.
Robot: Honestly most of the time you probably think they don't know that you're on your period until you tell them, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. The more humanoid robots/commercial androids will probably act like any other caring human lover, while the less human ones will be curious if the relationship is new and might need some explaining. But no matter the make, your robot s/o will be monitoring your biometrics 24/7 and constantly looking for ways to help. You may not notice, but they'll be setting down a glass of water any time you need to hydrate, organizing your things to make everything easier to find, adjusting the room temperature and humidity and brightness to your liking, and ordering anything you need before you're even aware that you need it. I mean, now that you think about it, when was the last time you needed to restock your painkillers, replace a heat pack, or get more pads/tampons? That's right...
Bonus: Writing "shark week" at the top of this made me think like... wait what about being on your period with a shark mer around. Can I just say there's no way they would be any kind of normal about it. Good luck handling your absolutely fucking feral mer, you're going to need it because the way you smell hits about five different primal urges and every interaction is like spinning a wheel and seeing what you hit. Have fun being either smothered in affection or fretted over or hunted or hunted for or jumped.
#not me making this blog and immediately forgetting about it until like a year later.. whoops#terato#monsterfucker#x reader#period comfort#dragon x reader#drider x reader#robot x reader#shark mer x reader#my thoughts
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More about dovahkiin! reader 🫣
They can be yeeted into the DC verse by aedra, daedra, played too hard with magic, Isekai'd and just has the powers, doesn't matter.
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Batman doesn't trust you, magic, powers, a backstory and world unknown, it drives him nuts. He tolerates you because you're useful and he wants to find your weaknesses for a contingency plan but the most annoying part that's got him ripping his hair out of how... Fine everyone else is with you, if you could even call it just..."fine". He tries to ignore how creepy the others sometimes are.
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Superman has a much different opinion to the bat, he sees a fellow hero with a painfully familiar burden, the destined last of something. at first he latches onto your similarities because he thinks he can comfort you in some way, he sees you shouldering the burden of a world, carrying the weight of your strength, and slowly his motives twist into him needing your comfort. He drinks up your inherent loneliness, You're so similar in some ways that he loses sight of your differences, it's fine though, you're just so similar to him right?
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Wonder woman is somewhat normal about dovahkiin! reader, on the surface she's not clinging into you for shared tragedies and loneliness, she's got an entire island of women like her after all, no she starts falling head first when she watches you fight. She sees someone who's willing to do the unsavory part of hero work just like her, the fire in your eyes and feral snarl on their lips, there's something so... captivating about you when you're a bit bloody. it's mesmerizing.
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Aquaman isn't as intrigued with dovahkiin! reader as the others are, to be fair the mans running an entire kingdom so he doesn't spend as much time with you as the others get to. He thinks the water breathing spells and water walking boots are neat though, and he does enjoy reading the logs the others obsessively write about you, the little details they add put a smile on his face as he imagines your mannerisms and quirks the others find so endearing.
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The Martian manhunter is...Unsure how to feel about you, he's seen so much of you through your mind, the hardships overcome and hard battles fought, the softer more somber moments of reflection, that he feels he's more connected to you than anyone else he thinks you're magnetic, but at the same time he has moments of fear, the fire in your eyes and throat burns as brightly as his home once did. Your power scares him just as much as it pulls him in.
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Green lantern 100% started off getting friendly with you because it pissed Batman off, he loves that there's someone else around that drives the man batty (pun intended) the fact that you're surprisingly entertaining and muscular is just a bonus. And then... He starts to fold, you're just so headstrong that he honestly thinks you could wear a ring, he's thought about jokingly proposing with his right in front of Batman the bend will shout definitely convinces him that you should be a lantern.
The flash actually initially doesn't trust dovahkiin!reader, too many powers, too much time fuckery, you could be an atom bomb with a hairpin trigger. But you're so... Cool at the same time. What do you mean you can talk to dragons? You can make yourself immune to all poisons and toxins with a piece of jewelry you made? The novelty of it is what makes you grow on him, what turns his friendliness into a bit more is seeing your drive to make right, the extremes you'll take to fix a slight done to someone, you look even cooler when you whirlwind sprint through an intersection to catch someone, stop time to take down a villain. He doesn't realize how similar he and Superman are to how they see parts of themselves in dovahkiin!reader
#dc x y/n#dc x reader#yandere justice league#yandere dc x reader#yandere dc#wonder woman x reader#the flash x reader#martian manhunter x reader#superman x reader#green lantern x reader#batman x reader#yandere superman#yandere wonder woman#yandere aquaman#yandere the Martian manhunter#yandere green lantern#yandere the flash#dovahkiin reader
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prompt: The Lion Camel Ridge Trii participate in the Samadhi Fire removal ritual (maybe Wukong got them a plea bargain, maybe they declared a temporary truce for their ex brother DBK?)
Azure Lion hated this.
He stood back from the ritual with Peng and the pilgrims Wukong had referred to as "brothers." He bit back a comment about the lack of Demon Bull King's "princess" and the celestial soldiers surrounding the site.
He hated everything about this.
"Ready?" the monk called. The answer was a cackle from the baby, gleaming red with such vicious power. He seemed to take it as a proper answer, beginning to chant. Around them, the sigils and marks Wukong had made glowed with power.
For a moment, Azure's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Wukong, dressed in fine armor, gleaming in the sight of red and gold. His focus returned to the issue as the child continued to cackle, the sound growing more maniac and desperate, probably feeling his power leak from him.
The next few seconds felt like an eternity, with chanting and glowing and each member of the circle holding on. Azure found himself holding his breath. Yellowtusk had warned that it would be dangerous. If one slipped up, that could bring the whole world in danger.
Then it happened.
Wukong begin to slip, just a bit. Azure found himself taking a step forward, praying that it was okay. Wukong gritted his teeth, bearing his teeth in a feral grin.
Azure relaxed.
Then Nezha slipped.
The next few seconds seemed to drag down like the ones before. Wukong's eyes grew wide as a piece of the fire sailed through the air and slammed into him.
Azure's memory would forever burn with the scream Wukong let out.
The rings clattered to the ground and DBK caught his feral child. Azure paid no attention to that. "WUKONG!" he yelled, seeing green flash by him.
The monkey writhed on the ground in pain, the symbol of the fire burning on his chest. "GET SOME WATER!" the dragon ordered, transforming into his human form to cup Wukong's head in his robes. "WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING!"
Yellowtusk, the river demon and the monk all rushed up, the last's face drawn and pale. "I have the healing kit," the demon said, pulling out a small chest. "Hopefully we have something-!"
Azure hated it, but he stopped in place.
Wukong was fine.
Nezha was very pale and DBK protectively cradled his child as he turned his eyes to them.
Them, on the other hand...
#LMK#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid#LMK AU#Monkie Kid AU#LEGO Monkie Kid AU#au#my writing#Azure Lion#Li Nezha#Sun Wukong#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#prompt fill#prompt fic
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Manor of Roses 🥀
Chapter one
⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾!!! 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℂ𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕄𝔼𝕊 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕍𝕀𝕆𝕃𝔼ℕℂ𝔼 ( 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕/𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕖.) ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
Alistair Dove
The ruling lord of an independent territory that was out of sight and hidden from the general populace, a territory known as the ' Field of Lillie's ' that lived their own lives free from outside influence.
A place had been described as ' The heavens on earth ' by the few people who had been privileged enough to be allowed entry into the mysterious and closed off land.
They called it a utopia that hadn't been tainted by the evil and cruelness of the world.
A land were it's citizens lived in peace without any stress or panic of monster attack, famine or fear of any life threatening diseases breaking out.
It was a land that was described to be flowing with milk and honey.
With rich fertile lands that bore sweet fruits and bountiful harvests almost all year round.
Clear skies, clear flowing rivers and streams all stretching as far as the eye could see.
It was a sight that remained people that wonders, fulfillment and peace could still be found in this world that was being plagued by war, death and famine.
With a world currently thrown into war and chaos because of the demon kings invasion.
The only thing separating it from the outside world was the huge wall of Lillie's rising up into the sky grow around every inch of the territory acting as a barrier to separate and isolate from the rest of the harsh world ( the barrier giving the place it's name )
While the land behind these walls remained safe and tranquil the rest of the world had been thrown into hopelessness.
The skies were a haunting blood red, a colour that took over the once blue skies the day the demon lord attacked, even in the night the haunting colour would remain dying the skies.
The red rays of the sun made the lands barren, Crops and grass life were shrinking and becoming withered eventually dying off, the grounds becoming baked and harden making it almost impossible to plant new grain.
The livestocks were falling I'll to an unknown disease that caused the animals to become hollow husks of skin and bones that would eventually die off.
The lack of food for the people to eat had caused a great famine take over the land, making people do the unimaginable things to survive
the streams, rivers, oceans and seas were drying up with every day that passed making water becoming harder to find and any water pound filled to the brim had already been infested with an inky blackness that killed anyone desperate enough to drink it.
The ever growing mountain of corpses had led to foul diseases sweeping over the land.
Feral månå beasts and monsters wrecked havoc on the already suffering land, killing what was left of the people trying to survive.
But the Field of Lillie's was a place unaware of the suffering of the rest of the world.
And with such a blessed land free from the struggles of the outside it was only natural for the people who reside in it to be happy and kind hearted souls, who had not a single worry in the world.
With such a land that catered to its peoples every needs it wasn't much of a surprise that the people were all very welcoming and nice to everyone.
There was no social class separating anyone.
Even though the place held recessive alphas and omegas , They weren't elevated above the betters nor did they act like they were superiors, there was no such things as nobles or peasants.
There was no oppression amongst the people midst.
No discrimination amongst people of different species.
Hybrids, elves, goblins, orcs, sirens, dragon borns etc, all stayed together without having any contempt towards one another.
No slums.
No one suffering.
No pain.
It was just people living together in peace and harmony with everyone doing their part to help in the community.
Visitors who had been fortune enough to enter would always talk non stop about the peoples welcoming aura.
Their kind smiles, their incredible hospitality, their wonderful personalities.
And ruling over these kind souls was none other than Alistair.
He was like a painting that depicted the raw essence of purity and innocence.
With a heart of gold he had taken up the demanding role of being the figure head that watched over and catered to the needs of his people
Yet he still had an air of authority around him that made him a capable and well respected leader.
A beautiful elven dominant omega with a lovely feminine face.
With pale Ivory skin that resembled that of a porcelain doll.
He had Long pale silvery white hair that was always tied neatly in a bun with silk ribbons, his front bangs dropping to cover his left eye.
His right eye that was visible had thick long silvery lashes that fluttered on the top of his cheek bones whenever he blinked.
The colour of his eye was a breathtaking shade cerulean blue, one that seemed to send people into a trance whenever they made eye contact with him as the feeling of Serenity and peace seemed to take over their being.
A rosey pink blush dusted his pale cheek and his thin, glossy pink lips always seemed to be stretched into a sweet smile.
His slender feminine figure was clothed in flowy white silk robes with pretty embroideries of Lillie's that accentuated his form.
An air of elegance and kindness seemed to seep off him.
Even though the territory was hidden from the eyes of others as it wanted to separate itself from the harsh political environment of others places, the elven omega and his people had sent out food stuff and medical aid hoping to help them, even though they could easily ignore what was going on and focus solely on themselves.
Their kindness would not let them sit down ideally and watch others suffer when they could do something to help relieve the pain.
And it with such a kind heart he had accepted to house the heroes party that was destined to slay the demon king.
Even if doing so would create a huge target on the backs of him and his people.
Alistair had told them he would provide everything during their stay and that the magic of the walls would be enough to fend against the demon kings dark arts and that he would be at their beck and call for whatever they needed during their stay in his manor as they rejuvenated themselves .
So here they were relaxing in the pretty gardens of the Dove manor as the villagers attended to their every needs.
The heroes who were destined to slay the demon king were all taking a much deserved rest.
Under the soft rays of the surprisingly blue sky's they could laze around without the constant threat of death looming over their shoulders.
" Aah~ This is the life " a brown haired elven man said as he stretched his body letting out a content sigh when a bone popped going to snuggle in his hammock under the relaxing shade of a tree.
" You've got that right captain " the deep voice of a dragon hybrid chimed in as he brought a huge jug of fresh grape wine to his lips chugging the rich liquid down in large chucks, stretching the jug out to a scantly dressed woman to pour another round for him.
" I can't remember the last time I was able to laze around like this. A change from constantly worrying about our necks and one I'm enjoying " a fox hybrid said sleepy as he stretched his joints until he felt a satisfied pop, before going back to resting on the tree branch of the apple he had been sleeping on stretching a hand to grab a bright red apple, bringing it to his lips to take a satisfying a bite out of it.
" The religion might differ from that of the empire, yet they managed to escape the ire of the demon king. How very fascinating. " A pretty dark fairy woman dressed in white holy robes, her pretty pink hair hidden under the veil on her head said as she sat on the lush green grass under the shade of a giant tree reading the land's holy scriptures.
Yes.
Almost every member of the heroes party seemed be enjoying their well deserved break.
Everyone except their human healer, a ' beta ' commoner named M/N.
Something about this whole place just........... rubbed him the wrong way.
Everytime he tired to enjoy himself like the others his stomach would tie itself into knots and his guy would star screaming at him to get away from here.
And he also couldn't knock off the feeling that someone was constantly watching him.
Besides they had been there for far to long.
What was originally supposed to be a two days rest had now turned to a stay of three months.
And every single day the demon king got stronger.
And it wasn't as if the rest had been training their hardest to get stronger so they could defeat their enemy.
Instead of training they had been spending their days leisuring around without a care in the world and with each passing day they tried to down play the war happening outside the giant lily walls.
It was almost as if the land was influencing them to abandon their mission of slaying the demon king ( he wasn't accusing the people and their leader of using dark magic, but his gut told him that had to be it, because only dark magic would be able to have effect in controlling the mind of the gods chosen ones )
But everytime he tried to bring it up to the others he was met with.......... A bit of resistance.
" U.....um Tresyil d... don't you think it's time w...we start m.. moving ? "
The s/c man's soft voice spoke up as he questioned his leader and the once warm and tranquil air became cold and over bearing.
The human felt his breath hitch in his throat as all everyone turned their attention to him, their gazes cold and condescending.
" Oh ? Since when did you become the leader of the party that you think you can start giving out orders "
The once jovial voice of the party's brown haired captain was now cold and authoritative, one that made the h/c man freeze in his spot as panic bubbled in his chest knowing what the other was implying.
When did a flithy human start to question the decisions of a pure blood elf ?
" N..no! T...that's not w.. what I meant-AAH!" the h/c tired to defend himself only for an empty wooden jug to slam into his forehead causing a yelp of pain to leave his lips as his hands flew up to nurse the forming bruise.
" YOU SHUT YER TRAP YOU FILTHY ÅHENAKI OR I'LL COME THERE TO DO IT FER YA !!! "
The dragon hybrid hollered out a pissed off expression on his face as he was struggling to get up from his seat, only been calmed down by the scantily dressed women by his side.
M/N winced in pain biting the inside of his cheek to force his whimpers down, not wanting to agitate the other any further.
" Now now Reigon you should calm your self down, you wouldn't want to destroy anything and upset our hosts who have been so awfully kind to us " the fairy folk spoke up causing the dragon to turn his attention towards her.
" I'm not causing any trouble Eva!!! It's the filthy Åhenaki that refuses to know it's place "
Reigon grumbled out with a huff, leaning into the touch of the beautiful women around as they whispered praises into his ears that calmed him down.
" Still not an accuse. You could have damaged that jug just now " the nun replied more worried about the jug than her teammate who's wound was beginning to bleed.
" She's right you know " Tresyil spoke up and the fairy nodded her head at her Captain's support.
" That was uncalled for. You could have broken that and that would have made Alistair disappointed " the brown haired elven man said and the dragon hybrid flinched at his words.
" Y..yer right cap'n Lord Dove wouldn't be happy about that. My bad " the dragon hybrid apologized and elf nodded his head in understanding.
" It's okay ....." The brown haired man stared, his eyes going to glare at the human who let out a soft whimper of fear
" After all you were simply reminding something to know it's place "
M/N felt overwhelming shame and embarrassment fill him to the brim and he fought back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.
Looking at the direction of where the fox hybrid was staying watching the whole ' show ' go down the h/c man hoped he would speak to the rest of their teammates and tell them to go easier on him.
Like he always did.
But instead the man simply looked away unbothered as he continued eating his apple
Knowing his presence was not needed the human ( and not wanting to listen to the hateful things that would be directed at him if he stayed any longer ) M/N quickly gathered himself and sputtered out excuses before leaving the midst of the heroes.
Cerulean blue eye watched the interaction from afar, a frown tugging down the owners lips as he watched the human leave.
" He still hasn't fallen for the illusion "to man mumbled to himself in annoyance.
Even someone as powerful as him was finding it hard to put a simple human under his control, if the others should find out they would never let him hear the end of it.
" Looks like I need to get rid of him personally" he said with a tired sigh as he started walking away.
Other than the bloody mess he was about to make ( one that he wouldn't be cleaning up ) he has no worries.
It was clear the others had no interest in the well being of the human so getting rid of him would probably make them fall faster for his mind control.
Now that that was settled all that was left of now was to dispose of the nuisance.
‡CLASS HIERARCHY‡
DOMINANT ALPHAS
Are the highest of the whole tier and can control the others.
They have very large body frames and can stand from 6 - 9 feet at times.
*Note* some hybrid species can grow taller and bigger than this
Their pheromones are so strong that even Betas can perceive them and easily get manipulated by it, they have the same effect on omegas, but dominant omegas ate able to resist it a bit.
They usually come from higher noble back grounds,but can be found in middle class as well, but their usually illegitimate children who have royal or higher ranking noble blood in their veins
Ruts usually have a strong effect on them and make them lose themselves to instincts. It tends to last for five days to a week and in the time they are constantly try to make sure their seed is buried deep within their partners.
Ruts can last a few days longer if they are one that uses frequently superssants.
RECESSIVE ALPHAS:
They are more common than Dominant Alphas, but their body frame and height is not as daunting as their Dominant counter parts , standing from 6 - 8 feet.
*Note* some hybrid species can still grow taller than this
Their scents are also not as strong, but they can still attract recessive omegas and betas with not much difficulty, there is a very strong resistance with dominant omegas though.
Female Recessive alphas also have the ability to get pregnant, but by dominant alphas only.
Majority of them tend to lack the pseudo penis in their Virgina like female dominant alphas do and even if they do, most noble families usually perform surgeries to get rid of it so they can engage them off to either male recessive alphas or any gender dominant alphas to increase chances of pregnancy.
They go through heat, but it is very weak and only causes them slight discomfort and some don't even experience it all all.
The highest the heats tend to last for the ones who do experience it is a day and a half.
Male recessive alphas experience rut, but it doesn't affect as severely as their dominant counterparts, but they still loose control and tend to succumb to their instincts. It usually lasts for 3 - 5 days.
BETAS:
They are very common in this world making at least 51% of the total population.
They also have scents but theirs are very weak compared to the Alphas and omegas.
How strong one's pheromones determine their worth.
Betas have very little pheromones making them worthless in the eyes of alphas and omegas.
They also cannot perceive pheromones all that well ( unless the person is from the dominant hierarchy ) so they usually use body build to determine what the second gender of a person is or they ask.
Female betas also experience heat , but theirs is not as painful as an omega, but is more serious than a female Recessive alphas and lasts for 2 days maximum.
They can usually go through it without the help of a mate, but their fertility levels are not that high.
All betas are commoners and peasants folk and unless they've had a history of other classes in their family tree it will remain that way.
They are seen as lesser in this society.
DOMINANT OMEGAS:
Are the most sought out of Omegas since they have very beautiful appearances and very alluring pheromones.
Their fertility level is also very high and in some rare cases they can carry 3 to 5 pups at a time.
Like Dominant Alphas, Dominant omegas are mostly found in higher noble families or in the royal bloodline, but can be found in middle class or poorer noble backgrounds as well ( this happens in very rare cases )
A dominant omega's heat can last for a week but can also become week an a half if they are one to constantly use superssants
In some rare cases they don't experience heats until much later in their life due to stress or over working
RECESSIVE OMEGAS
They are also very pretty and have nice pheromones, but their scents are not as strong as their dominant counter parts.
Their heats usually last up to five days.
They don't have high fertility rates as well and can only have one or two pups throughout their life time, but there's a reason for this.
Their class can get pregnant and also make their dominant counter parts pregnant as well, so marriages between the two omega classes do happen, although very rarely since majority of the time both classes prefer alpha partners
HUMANS
Humans are creatures that have been condemned by the holy scriptures of all empires, nations, countries and kingdoms for being the children of a rouge deity that caused destruction and chaos by disturbing the peace of the gods and goddesses in the heavens.
By the holy scriptures humans and are a few other species are the ones that are written to not have received blessings from the goddess of light, the god of wind and the the god of nature, the three major gods that are being worshipped in the religion of Luveriux.
Humanity is seen as a dirt and a mistake in the perfect society of mythics and hybrids as they lack the ability to wield strong månå attributes and physical strength.
Where hated because of the words of the holy scriptures but the hate and brutality against this species became worse after they tried to ' wage war ' on the mythics which led to over 95 percent of their population being wiped out.
The war itself happened over a millennia ago and not much is known other than how brutally the humans lost.
Because of the outcome of the war humans are now treated worse than before.
Humans themselves are now very rare and are going extinct little by with less than a hundred full blooded humans walking around ( this number is unknown and believed to be smaller )
Not much is actually know about this species.
This work is just an excuse to create a new dominant omega oc and a porn with plot story. Stay tuned for future updates.
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Monster!AU Lore #2: Blood Scent, Mask Covering, Shock Collars and Water Pack Explanation
Ok. I just wanna share some lore for my COD OCs in the Monster AU. This monster AU was created by @bluegiragi LOVE their Monster AU, man. It was AWESOME!
Anyway, I would like to explain some things about some materials that I think will help some monsters that the Military have provided for them. And explaining about some monsters reacting to human blood.
So I have been discussing this with my dear friend, @forestgreenbunny. Asking for some advice and some of her opinions for it.
Blood Scent:
Ok, as I remember for Tiala and Kanoa's kind of being shark hybrids. I remember that one scene that King Shark will go CRAZY once tasting or smelling human blood. He's not FOND with it. And that gives me the idea of the same reaction for Tiala and Kanoa. These siblings did their best to AVOID human blood. Not tasting it or even smelling it.
If you’re going to ask about their reaction with monster blood. That won’t affect them. Monster’s blood is quite different from human blood. Like different DNA obviously. So they’re okay to attack any monsters.
Now for the HYBRIDS. If there’s a monster who is half-human. Can Tiala and Kanoa go feral if they scent a hybrid human blood if they bleed? That…I do not know yet. I would say it DEPENDS on their blood scent. Since I know that any monster hybrids, who are half human, may have SOME human blood. Maybe it depends on how strong that human blood smells to them. I’m still thinking about it. OR if you guys have any suggestions, opinions or ideas about it! Comment down below!
So they’re VERY careful around humans. Because ONE drop of taste or even the smell of it. They WILL go feral or go on a killing spree to get their prey. Sharks are pretty fierce and dangerous when it comes to getting their prey. In this AU I mean. So it’s hard for the two of them to control it. You can see that their eyes will be full on black. And WILL kill anyone that gets in their way. Even other monsters that has problem of controlling it from reacting to blood.
So that’s why the military have decided to make two objects to help them PREVENTING of hurting any human being if they scent their blood!
Which is-
1st Material - Mask:
The mask is like a ski kind of military mask! (The one above there)
Ok! So, I have told my friend that I was thinking that the military had made masks for any monsters to cover their mouth and nose. From interacting with any human blood. Good materials for it! But the monsters still need to pull it down if they need to track down OTHER scent besides blood.
But the mask only covers the mouth, nose and the neck. Not covering the head. Although, for some other monsters they can have a full on ski masks if they want.
And don’t worry about Tiala and Kanoa using their gills! They can shapeshift it to normal! Like showing no gills at all! Since they ARE half human and Hybrids. So it’s possible for them to shape themselves into humans. Just like how Price did from his human form to his dragon form (if you saw it in bluegiragi’s post).
So it’s easy for them to use the ski mask that the military had made and provided, to breathe easily through their nose and mouth.
The military had made a good full proof mask for monsters. Gathering good materials and a bit of technology magic or whatever. Everything has been made accordingly that the government wanted. It’s also very stretchable and it wouldn't be ripped off easily. It’s very nice and expensive. Lol.
2nd Material - Shock Collar:
Shock Collar does sound a bit cruel for them to use on monsters. But it is safe for humans whenever they work with them. Tiala and Kanoa always wear them before or after their missions. To help them control their animalistic instincts or control their hunger whenever they smell or taste blood. They can’t use it during missions because the shock collar WILL jeopardize the mission as like a distractions. So the humans trusted them to control it when they went out.
Gotta tell you they don’t like it but they know that it’s for the best. Safety for their team and others.
Like I said before it’s cruel but it’s a double-edged sword. That’s what people use these words these days. It’s a good and bad situation but they have no other choice. And if you’re asking WHY would the military keep the most dangerous monsters in their base? Well, to protect their country though. They may be dangerous but they do find a way to keep them behaving and in line. But if the monsters or hybrids learn how to control their monster side then there’s no need for them to use shock collars.
Dangerous, I know but it shows some trust between humans and monsters. Since that’s how I see it.
And since we got the two objects down of how the Sea or freshwater creatures prevent themselves from hurting any human beings. Here is this one object that will HELP them to survive on land.
Which is this-
3rd Material - Water Pack:
So the waterpack! The Waterpack is what I made in my head for any water or sea creatures! Since there are some certain hybrid sea or water creatures that might have a hard time being on land. Like for Tiala and Kanoa being shark hybrids of course. They can’t handle being on land. Like mostly the heat temperatures.
So it should look like the one above that is showing. But try to think of it as a bulletproof vest that most military use.
The waterpack helps the sea or water creature/hybrids to stay hydrated during the mission. They can drink from it with a kind of rope straw for the packs or just use bottles for the waist. Like this one down here:
Whichever is easier for them to use!
But not every sea/water monster or hybrids can drink the same water.
For example, Tiala and Kanoa shark type is the Great White Shark. Which means that they are a SEA Creature type so they will only have to breathe or drink SEAWATER. And for Agnes, who is an electric eel and electric eel swims in FRESHWATER. She would have to drink or swim into Freshwater.
If you want to know what would happen……best for you to look up for googles from there. Ehehe.
So anyway, the sea or water creatures should make sure to have their own waters for themselves. And the waterpack can be refilled too! If they find any nearby ponds, rivers or shores. They will use it to fill up their jugs!
So those are the three objects that will help Tiala and Kanoa and even other monsters.
And that's about it for me to share this info! @bluegiragi Monster AU has inspired me so much that I want to do it for my OCs for it! I got so excited that I wanted to share these with you guys! So thank you for reading this far! And I shall post more about these if I have any and might change this if I have any in mind! So thank you! Love ya, peles!
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"I love you"
🪷 Lovesick prince x warlord reader
🌺 Warning- kidnaping, blood, menton of sex
🪷 I love men ❤️❤️
🌺 This was a fast because I got sick and tired of the fact I had to stare at this work for a long time and it honestly pisses me off so badly.
being a prince was hard. Especially being the first son of a king from a rich kingdom.
Kaiden was the first born of his 4 siblings. But as a first born his greed was greater. Wanting the attention and riches just for him.
His family is arrogant mainly like himself because of the riches they possess.
Everything was perfect for Kaiden
Until you came into the picture.
The warlord of a faraway kingdom. People say you were born with the gift of dragons blood running in your veins. Others say you possess the power of a demon. But they were just rumors.
Kaiden heard of you how could he not? People speak of you like you were some god giving hope and a life for the poor and helpless. But for the rich you were like a mad dog spilling blood just for the fun of it.
Kaiden couldn't think of anything else at the moment you toward him. The blood of the soldiers that dared to come across you now dripping and drying slowly on your armor.
The places he used to enjoy now engulfed in flames that danced in the night sky.
Your army cheering while they hunt like they were rabid dogs also drinking and eating the food that they refused to burn goes to waste.
Finding out that the others the rich and the royals locked themselves in a large cell made with gold hiding from the bloodshed and punishment. Leaving only Kaiden behind to fend for himself.
Know matter how he screamed begged and kicked it was all in death's ears to you as you dragged him away from the place he calls home.
During his time with you to the kingdom that was yours up from the mountains in the north. He rather say it was enjoyable.
The men are polite and kind to him asking him if he needed anything like their mother's were the ones that raised them and not their fathers.
They offer him food and water time to time not minding that they are giving a portion of their food.
But you on the other hand. You were so sweet it made his heart flutter unlike any man he was asked out before.
You were absolutely handsome. Your face when you took your blood coated helmet was magnificent to see while on the bumpy horse ride. Kaiden looked at every inch of your face. To each big and small scars to the structure of your face seeing how your face structure was perfect.
But Kaiden was stubborn and refused to admit he was in love. But he sometimes couldn't resist.
Like one day while in the deep woods in the north it was winter time that day and everything was freezing and the snow was slowly falling. Your men and yourself didn't mind the cold but Kaiden living in such a warm area he didn't need to be worried about getting cold up until now. So being the gentleman you are despite being a feral beast in the field gave him your coat.
For you it was a decent size coat but for Kaiden it was fucking huge. Engulfing him the moment you place it in his shoulders.
It smelled so nice. Like pine wood and the first smell of winter for some odd reason. Surprisingly it wasn't a metallic smell of blood or something else.
Clutching on that coat like it was his last life. His head swooned from the kind gesture.
He still wears that coat to this day.
Least to say Kaiden was awe struck once seeing your kingdom.
It was beautiful, lovely, and alive. Little children running across the street not caring for the world. Farmers working on the fields or their cattle for the upcoming winter.
Ladies carrying fruits, pastries, and other things to their loved ones or the ones not holding anything returning from work or just watching their child play.
It was so much more lively unlike his. He remembers how poor and desperate his people were. Begging for anything to survive. Yet his father paid no attention to any of them and drank himself drunk.
Once inside your castle he was surprised how there weren't many servants. Only a few maids and butlers.
But he found out later that it was because of an issue that happened a couple months back.
Kaiden didn't mind. He was to in-love with you to care about the rumors and whispers. he already saw how sweet you were.
He didn't mind if he was married to you which was only so his father could give what you wanted which his father was still refusing like always.
Kaiden not caring for his kingdom anymore. He was ecstatic hearing the news that he was marrying you. Like this was all planned before hand.
The maids cleaning him up and dressing him in such a pretty wedding dress and dazzling makeup. He felt beautiful like those princesses in those fairytale books.
His pretty black hair pinned up into a braided bun. The makeup showing how beautiful he truly was and his white gown decorated in dazzling white opals and diamonds with patters that were hand made.
Now he truly felt like a wife as he walked down the aisle. The dukes, duchess, and even your men were there watching him walk down the aisle. While you were standing there with the priest.
The love was stronger for Kaiden when he looked at you while the priest was talking. Even when you placed that beautiful handcrafted ring on his finger and the plain ring on your finger. And especially when you both shared a kiss when everything was said.
Now Kaiden was dubbed queen of the land not a prince anymore.
And he felt pride in that despite being kidnapped and forced to leave his hometown.
He gets anything he wants
All the riches, the food, clothes, and all the outings, and even the sex!
No matter what or the circumstance he will always be by his husband's side even when he has to get his soft hands dirty if someone dares to try to take his lover away.
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Time Travel Temeraire snippet
At first, Laurence assumes he's dead.
It's a natural conclusion. He remembers dying, after all.
He and Tenzing were at a function hosted by Wellesley. They were mostly there to support the dragons. Temeraire had long abandoned them to quarrel with Perscitia in the courtyard, with half a dozen ferals watching like it were a jousting match. Wellesley had laid out his grounds to allow room for dragons and men to mingle, but a good portion of the guests retreated inside to avoid the raised voices of the dragons.
Laurence wonders how Temeraire felt about that, later. About not seeing.
He was stabbed. He barely remembers it – just a quick pulse of pain in his chest, looking down. Red blooming over his coat.
Then he was on the floor. People screamed. Tenzing appeared, grappling with a tall and finely-dressed man; he used a dinner-knife to punch a hole in the stranger's throat, in a fantastic spray of blood, and dropped the body at once to kneel by Laurence's side.
He remembers Wellesley barking orders – bandages, water, a hot knife. Have to cauterize it, he'd shouted. Keep pressure -
But Tenzing never spoke. Just pressed down on Laurence's chest, over the wound, without particular panic. Laurence still remembers the grim resignation on his face; Tenzing knew what was coming. Laurence was glad to have him there when he died.
Then Laurence woke up.
The world sways in a familiar way, a rhythmic motion that Laurence registers on a soul-deep level. He's on a ship. But why? Where is Tenzing, Temeraire? Why would they put him on a ship?
“I think the fever's breaking,” says a voice. A naval doctor, disheveled and salt-stained, with long scars down his bared arms. “Oh, and awake too!”
“Well thank Christ,” says another man. One Laurence recognizes.
It's Captain Gerry Stuart – but he looks different, younger than the last time Laurence saw him, with smooth skin and dark curly hair.
Gerry died two years ago.
“Well, Lieutenant! You gave us a scare – how are you feeling?” Gerry asks.
“It's Admiral,” Laurence corrects rather than all the other things he does not dare ask. He hates the title foisted upon him; but it's at least more comprehensible than Lieutenant, and he clings to that rather than demand where did you come from.
Stuart throws back his head to cackle, though the concern doesn't leave his face. “Still perhaps a bit feverish, I think!”
“That might be the laudanum,” says the doctor, also amused. “Why don't you sleep a bit more, Lieutenant?”
“But where is Temeraire? Or Tenzing?”
“I can only assume you had some very vivid dreams,” Stuart chuckles. “You were babbling and babbling for Temeraire – isn't that a ship?”
“Perhaps the flagship of his fleet,” suggests the doctor, and Stuart laughs again. “Get some rest, Mr. Laurence. Holler if you need me.”
They both exit the sick-berth. Laurence stares blankly at the door.
What?
Laurence pats his chest. No wound. He looks down, startled by the pale thinness of his fingers, his youth-soft skin.
Well; not soft. Callouses cover his hands. But even these patterns are different – hard skin in places where he would hold a sword, or pulls ropes. His hands should be more wrinkled, yes; but these callouses faded years ago.
“Where am I?” he asks when the doctor returns. “And what is the year?”
“The year? 1793. You don't remember?”
1793. Laurence was 19 in 1793. A lieutenant for two years, on the Shorewise.
The doctor narrows his eyes. “What's my name, lad?”
Laurence swallows. His stomach churns; for the life of him he can't remember.
The doctor rushes off to retrieve the captain.
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Laurence is diagnosed with brain fever, and partial amnesia. Gerry is horribly guilty about laughing, earlier; Laurence could not care less. He is given strict orders to stay on bed-rest for another week, in hope his strength will recover – and his mind.
Laurence doesn't think he'll have any issues working – he's forgotten many of the people around him, true, but he may never forget the way to run a ship. He's far more concerned with learning what happened.
From all appearances, it is indeed 1793. France is undergoing riots, and declared war against Britain in February. Temeraire has not hatched. Napoleon is probably a corporal or general himself, at this point. If he exists at all. God knows, perhaps Laurence is only mad.
But he doesn't feel mad. His memories are too vivid to be mere fever-dreams. A man cannot dream up twenty years of life!
But neither can a man go back to his youth, and live it all again.
I have a dragon, he thinks of saying. There is no war, because I captured Napoleon – an unknown man who makes himself emperor.
Mad. It sounds mad even to Laurence himself. But to imagine that Temeraire was a fever-ridden dream... Tenzing and Granby and China, all of it...
Laurence doesn't share his turmoil with anyone – not even with Gerry, who checks on him fretfully. After a week the doctor declares him well enough, physically. He's paired always with another lieutenant for the first few days on duty, and his shipmates watch him carefully for signs of permanent debilitation; but aside from a moment or two of hesitance, Laurence competently resumes his duties. The oversight lessens.
Laurence thinks about writing letters.
He thinks about writing to Tharkay's late father, who ought to still be alive, inquiring after his son. He thinks of writing to Prince Mianning, asking about the health of Lung Tien Qian. He thinks of writing to young Midshipman Granby, his unwed brother, his dead father...
Not all of them would reply. But he could ask questions. Could verify the truth of things. Unless this, instead, is the delusion.
Is he in 1793, imagining the future? Is he in the future, imagining the past? Or maybe he is already dead, and this is the reality of hell. He came here burning with fever, and now he burns with fear. Surely that is it's own form of torture.
Laurence is ironically given the task of tutoring the midshipman and lieutenant-hopefuls more than any other duty as the weeks pass; his crewmates still look askance, and the more eager of the midshipman become protective. Laurence remains perfectly capable of command; it is only that he can't help but be absent-minded, sometimes, staring at all the crewmen that pass him like they are nothing but moving paintings. Images of a world that no longer matters.
One evening the midshipmen drag him away to a meal with the other officers. It's a noisy crowd; Laurence would find the friendly bustle comforting in another life.
One of the senior officers, Lieutenant Moore, waves him down as Laurence enters. Evidently they used to be friends, given his notably concerned behavior of late. Laurence can't remember the man, and has a sneaking suspicion he died too soon to make a lasting impression.Moore jostles him when Laurence sits at the long table. “Will! Did you get any letters with the last batch?”
A patrolling gunboat brought a satchel of letters just this morning. “I did not,” Laurence says. He's grateful for the fact. He'd found a few pieces of correspondence in his quarters that he dutifully sent on; he cannot imagine writing a letter now, in this confused state.
“Then you've had no news! Robespierre has gone mad. Madder than before, I suppose.”
“Robespierre?” asks Laurence blankly.
Lieutenant Moore double-takes, as does everyone else around them. “Good lord, Will, please tell me you remember Robespierre?”
Right... Robespierre's reign was brief, but this is when he led France. Some of the things the papers published...
Well, at least Laurence has a well-worn excuse for his ignorance. He plays up his malady: “Yes. I think I recall he was... French?”
Groans of horror mixed with amusement echo around the table. “...Well you aren't wrong,” says Moore, looking pained. “He has styled himself the 'President' of their Assembly, which is some stupid way of being king; the French are all mad about removing and adding words right now. I don't know how they expect anyone to hold a conversation.”
“We should... probably educate Mr. Laurence about the war at some point,” some midshipman mutters. Laurence doesn't recall his name.
Moore sighs again. “Anyway. Robespierre is a tyrant, of course. But he's elected someone else to rule France! Barely more than a boy, too.”
Laurence frowns; he doesn't remember what Moore's talking about. “Why would he do that? Did they capture one of the Bourbons?” Declaring himself regent of a child-prince would at least make sense.
“Well, at least you remember them. No; it is some nobody, a young soldier. Not even French! I cannot fathom it.”
It feels like Laurence has been dunked in ice.
For a moment he can't respond. “What was his name? The soldier.”
“Napoleon Bonaparte. He has been chosen as head of their new heresy, the 'Cult of the Supreme Being,' they're calling it; and now de facto head of the government, too. Must be a priest? I don't know, nothing the French are doing makes sense. I expect his little group will be as short-lived as everything else about these riots.”
But Laurence doesn't think so. “...Excuse me; I'm feeling a bit poorly,” he says, rising on wavering legs.
“Yes, you look it! Go on, we'll tell you about the war later...”
Laurence flees.
#posting bc i have no idea where this is going or if I'll do anything with it#it's just a funny stupid idea#Laurence travelling in time: I have gone mad. I am plagued by visions. God is punishing me for my Sins. This is purgatory.#Why is this happening? What moral course of action can I take under these circumstances?#Napoleon travelling through time: No idea how this happened. Neat. Time to hijack a cult and rule my country even earlier.#basic concept is Laurence has an ongoing existential crisis about his Place In The Universe#but also he is determined to stop Napoleon#who is delighted and fascinated they BOTH came back and sort of indulgently lets him try#basically resulting in Laurence becoming Napoleon's unwilling advisor frantically trying to do damage control in between bouts#of philosophical dread and despair#“Poor Mr Laurence was loyal before the brain fever we swear”#meanwhile Laurence is in France just trying desperately to make Napoleon Stop#etc etc#Temeraire
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everyone wants a relationship like yennefer and geralt, until you have to deal with the aftermath of your feral husband adventuring downstream and into the woods to avoid social obligations, chasing the local wildlife, and drinking river water
(i need suggestions on where to hide his swords, he has lost his blade privileges)
i don't suppose geralt travelled too far from yennefer's lap (or you know what else, lol - meaning, where the baby dragon stuck his head) when he was staying with her in vengerberg. she probably wouldn't let him in the house until he hosed down and agreed to eat all his meals with a fork and knife.
that is, until he caught the detrimental side of his mommy issues, and walked out on her
swords... they could go wherever they go... into a pocket dimension, maybe. but it's ineffective to take them from him, because he devolves into an anxious mess without: "i feel like a snail without its shell." (though that saying is strange. snails die if they are separated from their shells. well, maybe it's accurate in this case. what is a witcher without his swords? more often than not, a dead one).
ideally, he wouldn't need them.
i imagine geralt rising from his seat, upon hearing with his sharp ear yennefer from downstairs, in tense conversation with a husband of one of her clients, who is in the middle of hurling a tirade of abuse her way. geralt laces his bruising spiked gloves on, takes his sword, ties his headband, smiles nastily thinking he looks quite frightful, approaches the door, "i'll teach him a lesson."
by the time he reaches the stairs, a crack of electricity severs the air, emitting the scent of ozone. the satisfied-customer's dissatisfied-husband is already cowering, yammering an apology to the dignified, well-learned lady yennefer.
the witcher stands on the stairs. unties his hair, slowly walks back up to the bedroom... perhaps it's inappropriate to quote fringilla vigo here, as i'm talking about yennefer and geralt, but: "what are you trying to prove? your masculinity? i know better ways."
other thoughts on geralt's lifestyle shacked up in yennefer's house:
i have a headcanon that yennefer, finally speaking on geralt watching brush her hair with adoration, decides to comment (going something like this):
'What are you waiting for? Counting how many times I curse upon discovering split ends? Is my nightly routine really so special to you?' 'It is.' 'Is it? You're not a child. You know what a brush is. You even run one through your own hair. On occasion.' 'On occasion.'
it's her way of doing it which intrigues him. its her hands, her particularity, a foible of hers... wordlessly, she rises from the dressing table and sits on the bed, curling her bare legs in-between the eiderdown, resting her hands on his shoulders and beginning to brush his hair, gently, softly, caressing him...
i think that, (though i'm not at all saying that you were saying this, i'm just getting off-topic and commenting about a take ive seen floating around), the idea that yennefer "civilized" geralt and "taught him how to behave" is a slight misinterpretation, there's an emotional note to it. after all, geralt was not brutish before he lived with her, he dined with a queen, for god's sake. he was familiar with social rules, but just used to no one expecting them of him, caring if he smelled like his horse, because no one cared if he rode through the night, was cold, suffered. he never lived in a house, because he never was invited into one.
yennefer wished for domesticity of him, a home life. that was what she gave him, "more than she gave to any man" (bounds of reason). she gave that to him... out of love. that which he tired of, and hurt her in rejecting, then regretted it and came to wish for the same thing.
she showed him gentleness. like he showed her gentleness:
"... although neither quite knew what caring and tenderness were, they succeeded because they very much wanted to."
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High Huntress' Helping Hand
cw: none as far as im aware.
Summary: Despair is not feeling his usual undead self, so Death goes to ask for the help of the High Huntress, avatar of the Terran goddess of the earth, Draco.
A/N: The concepts about Terra,the high huntress and their gods and any of the concepts relating to terra and portrayed in this fic belong to me.
Its my original series ive been cooking up for 8 years now. Here you go dem, as promised a tiny sneak peek of what the wonderful lands of Terra have to offer! (@darkdemeter
Death wasnt fond of visiting this world. He knew the magic of this place would have his sister feral with Curiosity, and he didnt like the idea of having to baby sit her so she didnt raze the cities of Terra in search of arcane knowledge.
But he had no choice here, Despair has been acting odd for a few good days and it had worried the rider enough to ask for the help of the high huntress.
He stands there in the shadow of a weeping willow within the ever green fields of the Tierras Salvajes- Or the wild lands as the translation indicated.
Above he sees the massive shadow of a gryffin. He sees the way its barn owl head peers down to meet his gaze before slowly descending upon to sunflower field. Mounting atop the massive beast sat the high huntress, looking somewhat pleased at his presence.
--Death...afternoon.
--High huntress...-- he greeted without much enthusiasm.
His companion hopped down from the gryffin and their heavy boots fell upon the ground with a solid,dry impact. He could see the large dark wood staff that hummed and glowed slightly with a yellow brightness,he supposed it to be the magic of its owner.
--What seems to be the issue?--The terran has asked,their green,double slit dress billowed with the gentle breeze. They are covered in leather and gold armor of intricate patterns reflecting growing vines,hives and blooming flowers. Their decorative chains clink together and the gold wire dragon helmet atop their head is pushed upwards for comfort.
--Despair has been...odd. I cannot figure the reason...
--Oh,you sweet poor thing.
Up until now Despair had laid down, feeling devoid of more life than what was usual. The mare huffed and leaned into the high huntress' touch as they sat down and patted his sinewy snout.
His eyes linger on the Open back of the dress where he could see the faint outline of a fourteen petalled sunflower with a ring where the center of the flower should be.
The fourteen petals of Draco,the Lady of the wild and holy keeper of earthly balance, was a most coveted protection charm. Hes been wanting to get his hands on it for a while but stealing one would only turn him on the bad side of a very powerful goddess.
Angering the earth itself was not a Smart desicion.
--did you notice him acting odd before? Fatigue? Low apetitte?-- the terran's voice woke him from his thoughts.
He shook his head-- No. This is the first time ive seen him so tired.
--Let me ask him,then-- The high huntress pressed their hand to the amulet hanging from their neck. The fourteen petals of Draco.
They seem to take Power from it, their eyes light up a warm yellow like the purest of sunrises And speak in the Terran tongue-- What ails you, loyal steed?
--Exhaustion,mistress.
--Has your rider been feeding you?
--Barely anything.
They didnt take it the wrong way. The horsemaster hadnt been exactly forthcoming on how to take care of such phantom steeds. Death was literally just...clueless.
--Rest. Ill take care of everything else.
After that,their eyes return to normal and they stand up-- he requires sleep,and rest. I carry with me some balanced food for Sunny,but she can share. I'd suggest you feed your horse more often.
--He needs to eat?
--Less than a normal horse. But Yes. Wheat and veggies Will do. Take him to drink water and allow Him some sleep.
--One would think such arcane steeds didnt come with the weakness of their mortal counterparts.
The high- huntress shrugged,their pointy shoulderpieces making the chains that hung from them clink with the softest noise. -- They need it less. But the horsemaster seemed to skip that part.
--Why?
--You horsemen arent exactly one for lectures.
Before Death can reply,the terran goes to Grab the bag of food that the saddle of their gryiffin Carried. Each Hunter of Draco had a loyal terran gryffin- Body of a lion,head of any avian under the sun. Though hunters of the temple of Draco preffered to Keep and breed barn owls for their skills in hunting.
They Grab a bag and as their animal companion hisses,they say-- Sunny,Its a fellow animal in need. Behave-- they ruffle the feathers of the avian and then return to tend to the steed.
A humm leaves the rider's companion. They kneel to eye-level with the horse and begin tracing shapes into the dirt with a hunting Knife. Its a diamond with the alchemic symbols for water and earth.
Death watched with Keen interest as the terran puts their hand to the carving and sends a spark of their energy through their hand. He sees the marks on their back come alight briefly before subisiding,like the faint flicker of a firefly.
From the carvings comes out a flower as big as his fist. Its made of pure water like running streams yet with the shape of a normal lilly. Despair eats each petal,and with the biting of his teeth the petals dissolve into clean water.
The high huntress opens the bag of food with their Knife and allows the horse to dig in. Sunny complains behind them with a hiss and they stand up-- Be nice,Sunny.
--I believe you said she didnt mind sharing...--Always such a shit stirrer the rider was.
--I was hoping she wouldnt...--They admitted-- Hey...wouldnt you like to stay for Merienda?
--I have no interest in your "afternoon tea",High Huntress. How much for your help?
--Nothing-- They answered,hands in two cleverly hidden pockets of their armor.-- im always happy to help an animal in need,such is my holy duty.
Above them it was a clear Sky,summery warm with a cold breeze to temper the heat. It usually was beautiful, sun filled days for the Terran lands. Their stormy days were cozy,and their winters were easy to Carry through.
--My City welcomes you and your kin. There is a place for you four.
--You say it because your kind wasnt unfortunate to be pillaged by mine.
Their magic had kept them hidden from the eyes of the beings from his world. A magical barrier old as time,powerful as anything hes ever seen. Hes only able to pass because him and his siblings were invited by a terran- that was the key.
--Past is past. Our gods know that well. The balance you uphold is greatly appreciated by us. From the every day person to the highest of holy people.
--Your culture has too much faith in kindness and redemption,High Huntress.
--And you have too little,Rider-- They Walked up to him,eyes inspecting his freaky Bone mask that loomed over them.
From their back,a pair of dragonfly wings extend. They begin to buzz as they fly upwards to be at eye level with the nephilim.-- What are you planning?--He asked with disdain.
The high huntress pushed away a few of his wild hairs so his vision was unencumbered. They offer a conciliatory smile and say-- Just to help.
With that their wings fold inside their back and they drop to the ground with elegance.
Had it been anyone else, they'd be dead before they touched him. But not the high-huntress,least of all in their turf. He wasnt that stupid.
--Are you sure you dont want to stay?
Terrans didnt saw death as something to be scared of. The end of life was merely the embrace of their other mother,Ozabaz the great mantaray,queen of the Ocean. To them,death was a mother,a caretaker of those who pass.
Not something to be afraid of.
The rider guessed that was why none of the Holy people here carried ill Will to him and his kin.
--Even if I wanted to. I cannot. Duty calls.
--As always--they agreed,knowing too well that unfinished bussiness were the rule for people like them.. leaders-- Well,come by when youre free. Youre welcomed here,and my temple too. We May even have a feast
It did sound amusing at least...
Both turn to Despair as the mare stands up. The food had been magically infused with fast acting nutrients. No wonder the steed was back to its old self.
It trots to the high huntress and nuzzles their face,betraying the true feelings of his master for the terran before him.
--Youre welcome,Dis--They pat the equestrian's snout and let him gallop to his owner-- I believe...this is goodbye
--'Tis indeed
Before he can mount his horse,his companion grows a simple sunflower for him. Small,easy to Carry. They tuck it on his belt as an invitation to come visit.
He only nodds,then hops on his steed and gallops away at full speed to the portal he came from. Being trailed by the watchful eye of a gryffin,knowing its there to Keep him safe in his trip to the arcane gate.
Perhaps...he Will come visit.
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In regards to Miraculous Gaang animals:
-Sokka: I was thinking just Captain Beetle, especially since it sounds vaguely close to Captain Boomerang, which is an appropriate title for Sokka but also not because it's also the name of a DC villain who killed Tim Drake's dad (and it doesn't have ladybug theming). I definitely think use Captain though, because I am now attached to Sokka having Cap as a nickname.
-Katara: So there are actually several species of big cats that like and excel in the water. One of them is the jaguar, and black jaguars do exist. Jaguars also have lots of night and water symbolism associated with them. I'm not the best with names, but I think Midnight Jaguar, Black Jaguar, Painted Jaguar, or maybe Inky Jaguar could all work for her. (Also, look up fishing cats. They're useless for this au because they don't come in black, but they're a cross between otters and bobcats and they're insane).
-Suki: ML got it right here actually because very many species of vipers are blue or teal, so I'd stick with that. For some reason my brain is getting stuck on Viperious (instead of imperious), but some other half baked options could he Velvet Viper, Silk Viper, or Vypertime (instead of hypertime),
-Zuko: Seriyu is the blue dragon spirit of Japan that represents the east and springtime. Spring represents new beginnings which is fitting for Zuko, and could provide a fun connection/contrast with Iroh's whole Dragon of the West thing. Otherwise I got nothing.
-Toph: I like the Blind Tiger too much to come up with anything else, lol. My brain said "yup that's perfect the naming machine is now off for her." Sorry if you were hoping for more options.
-Azula: I think her blue flames are significant, so I think basing her off an arctic fox, a silver fox, a blue morph fox, or maybe even a cross fox. Actually, yeah screw it, cross fox Azula. Duality, being split between red and dark gray/blue coloring as she's conflicted with her loyalty to Ozai/the fire nation and her own unique individual wants and needs. Being part blue connects her to Blue Dragon!Zuko too. I'm thinking that her costume is similar to the one in the show but if it was more flowy and elegant and less armory and intimidating. So like, the layered panels thing she has going on can stay, but more thick cloth traveling layers and less rigid armor. Instead of the big leather flaps she has like a poncho or a shawl. She's already got the cross fox coloring motif of big black middle panel and red side panels, and we obviously have to add her skirt tunic being pulled back into a coat tail. Keep the loose pants and the pointed boots for the theatre vibes. I'm thinking her mask is sort of like a masquerade/theatrical fox mask that covers the whole top half of her face and has fox ears but leaves the bottom open. Names. . .uh? Yeah I'm bad with these. Vixen?
-Yue: Also nothing, so sorry.
-Jin: Homegirl appears in one episode, we can go hog wild with her (pun intended) and do whatever we want. I'm thinking basing her off a wild boar and not a farm pig. I want her whole "chipper jubilant" hero thing to be more "Feral joy that one gets from running through an open windy feild at night and screaming at the top of their lungs." I like the idea of keeping her spiky, messy, wild hair in her costume. Like, let that go nuts. Pigella also has ballet inspo, so I think Jin should get, like, festival revelry dancing inspired costume and makeup, but also in more muted earthy tones. Names. . .maybe Babirusa? Type of Indonesian wild boar. My only other ideas are just straight up using Wild Hog or Hogwild.
-Ty Lee: I like the idea of her costume being very circus themed. Like, she looks like a trapeze artist. Lots of glitter and "look at me" kind of details on her costume. Tight, but with just enough loose flowing bits to look cool when it moves around. You could even keep the crown thing because my girl is a queen after all. I think we name her something like Sticky Sweet, Sweet Stinger, or Honey Stinger. Something that emphasizes the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" thing she has.
-Mai: Hear me out---rat instead of mouse. Mai is always down to pick a fight and is a lot meaner than your average mouse, and this way, her costume could have, like bandit/thug inspiration and she could just look so menacing. The only names that come to mind are Rat-Attack-Tat, which doesn't exactly roll of the tongue or Swarm, which brings more bug than rat.
Also. Eagle!Jet because Freedom Fighters and also Jet with guns sounds like a dangerous and amazing combination. That's it.
Anyway, I gotta go find everything on the Avatar!Ty Lee AU now because I didn't know you had that and HELL YEAH!
Oh! Okay so!
I love the Captain name for Sokka. Also I am double laughing at the Captain Boomerang reference because I have heard him called 'discount Sokka' once before. May have to hammer out the exact ladybug reference with it. A previous ask mentioned Harmonia and Harlequin.
Jaguar is perfect for Katara. I think I gotta go with Painted Jaguar because gotta love the reference.
Something viper themed is good, but I'm not sure exactly what. Vipertime makes me laugh but idk if it fits.
Seiryu is great actually.
Blind Tiger is also perfect lmao.
Okay so Azula! So like. Technically this is a no Bending au. Or else there'd be too much going on to have both atla's plots and the au's. So there's no reason to have a fire theme. BUT. I can't resist bringing back the wordplay that is Vulpyro.
rip Yue I got nothing either.
'looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you' is the best description of Ty Lee. So yeah one of those Honey Stinger ones is great!
Rat time!! I like it. No idea on names.
Jet with the Eagle is a terrifying but perfect combination. Not sure what his plot will be in this au considering how different the plot is? Like obvs I want to parrallel ATLA's plots but I think a lot of him is hard to translate.
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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Hunters of Ruination
Chapter 6: Spark Meadow [17 Pages]
Mayor Sparky takes Mila through Spark Meadow, a Mystery Dungeon located within Thunderclap Valley, where they can enlist help from the local trapmaker.
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~Thunderclap Valley~
“I appreciate what Brother Caenum wanted to do, but I wish he’d warn me before trying to spray me with Water Gun,” Mila complained, grimacing at the way her wet paws squelched against the earth.
Mayor Sparky chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about him,” he replied. “He’s always been quite the neat freak.”
The two of them had departed from Trueno Village not too long ago, and were now walking along the dirt path leading into Thunderclap Valley. Mila, despite being a Grass-type, obviously hated having her fur soaked, but at least there wasn’t a single speck of dirt or grime left (Brother Caenum made sure of that).
Mila stopped to shake off more water droplets from her fur before heading over to catch up with the mayor, admiring the warmth of the sunlight on her fur as it filtered through the trees.
“So, Mr. Mayor,” she began.
“Please, just call me Mayor Sparky,” he insisted.
“Sorry. Anyway, Mayor Sparky, where exactly are we going?”
Mayor Sparky searched through the small pouch he was carrying to take out a sheet of paper. He then unfurled it to reveal a large map of the entire archipelago.
Mila craned her neck to see the map. “So that’s the Raidon Archipelago,” she whispered in awe. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the islands converged to form some kind of dragon-like Pokémon. “It looks more like a continent to me, though,” she remarked.
“Ehehehe…well, it did go by another name a long time ago,” Mayor Sparky chuckled. “But that name’s been unfortunately lost to time. Folks these days just call it the Raidon Archipelago because it looks like a cross between Koraidon and Miraidon, like those statues you passed by.”
“I see,” Mila said, slowly nodding her head. She pointed to an area in the southeastern corner near where she guessed were the archipelago’s “haunches”. “And that’s Thunderclap Valley, isn’t it?”
“You got that right, miss!” The Dedenne then tapped with one digit to a part of the valley. “And our destination is a trapmaker who lives nearby. She’s a quirky sort, but very helpful in capturing stray ferals and releasing them back into the wild.” He then traced his finger to a yellow dot between Trueno Village and the trapmaker’s hut. “But first, we need to get through Spark Meadow.”
Mila nodded, barely paying attention to the mayor’s words. Her eyes were trained on another part of the map – a chain of islands that made up what she thought was the “tail” of the Raidon Archipelago. Four red X’s were scrawled all over some of the islands, nearly crossing out the yellow dots that marked those locations.
“Um, Mayor Sparky,” she asked, pointing to the X’s. “What’s with those four marks?”
Mayor Sparky glanced over at where Mila was pointing. His face immediately darkened. “That, my dear, is the Ruinous Shackles,” he warned. “It’s an area forbidden to everyone, even outlaws.”
“Why? What’s so dangerous about it?”
Mayor Sparky put a paw to his chin. “There’s an old legend that tells of four terrifying Pokémon who once nearly brought a terrible catastrophe to the archipelago, back when it was still known by its forgotten name,” he explained. “It took the effort of four sages to defeat those Pokémon and seal them away in four tombs. Everyone stays away from the Ruinous Shackles because of that legend, and not even the most hardened criminals would think to try and release one of those four Pokémon.”
A chill raced down Mila’s spine. Four Pokémon locked away in a forbidden place because they were deemed too dangerous…now that was definitely something she didn’t want to face.
“Still, there are some people who only pass it off as some kind of ghost story,” Mayor Sparky went on as he closed the map and stuffed it back into his pouch. “So that legend might not be real after all. Who knows?”
“L-let’s hope so,” Mila said with a shiver.
Mayor Sparky noticed the Sprigatito in a distressed state. Sighing to himself, he scampered over to her and gently patted her shoulder. “But let’s not dwell in on that,” he said. “Let’s focus on getting through Spark Meadow first.”
“O-okay,” Mila responded as the two began walking down the path again.
As her paws dragged through the dust, Mila couldn’t shake the thought of the Ruinous Shackles out of her mind. Four Pokémon were sealed away by some sages because they nearly destroyed the Raidon Archipelago. She couldn’t help but wonder who those Pokémon were…and why they almost did such a dastardly deed.
Eventually, the trees opened up, and soon Mila found herself standing in a massive stretch of grassland. Short, yellow grass tickled her pads in a way that was more welcoming than the hard, dusty path. She stretched her body, welcoming the warmth of the sun on her fur.
“Well, we’re almost there,” Mayor Sparky said. “Just a few more steps and we’ll have entered Spark Meadow.”
Mila looked ahead, noticing that there was a wooden sign, with the words “SPARK MEADOW” scrawled on it in black ink. An arrow connected to the sign pointed to a cluster of tall yellow grass that grew as far as the naked eye could see.
“Before we go in, I need to warn ya about something,” Mayor Sparky told her. “Spark Meadow is no ordinary place. In fact, this place is actually what we call a Mystery Dungeon.”
“Mystery…Dungeon?” Mila tilted her head in confusion. “What’s that?”
“Mystery Dungeons are these odd little pockets of distortions,” the Dedenne explained. “No matter how many times you enter one, the layout is never the same. Mystery Dungeons can appear anywhere at any time, from above ground to even underwater. There are also Pokémon who inhabit these Mystery Dungeons, but they ain’t real Pokémon – just constructs from these distortions. No one knows how long they’ve existed, but my guess is that they’ve been here since the dawn of time. ”
“I see,” Mila said. “I think I’ve got it.”
Mayor Sparky smiled as he put his paws on his hips. “Fortunately, Spark Meadow here’s a low-level dungeon,” he reassured her. “That should give ya an opportunity to get in a bit o’ training.”
Mila’s face became hot with embarrassment as she remembered her performance yesterday. Still, she was grateful that Mayor Sparky was going to help teach her how to fight effectively on her own. That should be something…right?
“Anyway,” said Mayor Sparky as he approached the entrance. “We should get goin’ now. Don’t wanna keep the trapmaker waitin’ now, do we.”
Mila shook her head. “No, sir!”
Mayor Sparky smiled as he turned and hopped into the cluster of grass. Mila took a deep breath as she approached the wall of grass. Well, she thought. Here goes nothing.
She then leaped into the grass, wondering what lay ahead of her…
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~Spark Meadow, B1F~
As Mila pushed through the wall of tall grass, she was confronted with a strange sight.
All around her were walls upon walls of yellow grass, growing as if they were trying to reach the sky. The floor underneath her feet was also covered in yellow grass, but it was much shorter like what she had been standing on before. To her right and directly in front were two corridors that seemed to stretch on for infinity.
“Well, we’re here,” Mayor Sparky announced. “Welcome to Spark Meadow, little miss.” He nudged her with a tiny elbow. “How’s it feeling so far?”
“Uh…strange?” Truth be told, Mila was still perplexed by how a place like this could exist. Then again, Mystery Dungeons were pockets of distortions, so…maybe this wouldn’t be too bad?
Mayor Sparky shrugged. “Eh, that’s what a lot of folks say,” he said. “Don’t fret, though – you’ll eventually get used to it. Besides, once you’ve seen a Mystery Dungeon, you’ve seen ‘em all! At least, that’s what my pops would say.”
Silence passed between the two of them, save for the gentle summer breeze that rustled the tips of the yellow grass, almost kissing it. Then, Mila finally spoke: “So, all we have to do is go through Spark Meadow, and we’ll be on our way to the trapmaker’s place, right?”
“Ya catch on pretty quick there, Mila,” replied Mayor Sparky with a wink. “Though we’d best get a move on right away – don’t wanna get caught in it too long.”
“Why? What happens?”
But Mayor Sparky was already scampering ahead towards the corridor to the right. Mila sighed as she followed him. However, they didn’t get long before the rustling of grass stopped them in its tracks. Mayor Sparky instinctively held out a paw, his ears pricked as he became aware.
The rustling grew louder and louder, until a Pokémon popped out of the overgrowth. It looked like a small orange marmot, not much bigger than Mayor Sparky, with yellow electric sacs on its cheeks and a whiff of orange fur on top of its head. Its bulbous forepaws were cream-coloured, as were its tiny snout and its fluffy tail.
“Aww, it’s so cute,” Mila could help but coo at it. “What is it?”
“Oh, that’s just a little Pawmi,” replied Mayor Sparky. “They ain’t too much of a threat. Mostly, they just mind their own business an’ all.”
The moment he finished speaking, however, the Pawmi suddenly snapped its head to stare at the intruders. Mila noticed that its eyes were a rich brown colouring with a hint of icy blue – almost reminding her of the Shiny Scovillain she barely survived fighting yesterday. It slowly pressed its body to the ground before suddenly launching itself at them, its tiny claws unsheathed.
“Dagnabbit!” Mayor Sparky cursed under his breath as he leaped away. He winced slightly as the Pawmi’s Scratch attack barely chipped his antennae. Landing on his paws, he skidded to a stop just a few yards away before getting back up.
“This oughta teach ya,” he growled as he bared his bucktooth. The single fang began to glow white and elongated itself before the Dedenne threw himself at the Pawmi, puncturing it with a Super Fang. The Pawmi squealed in pain as the iron-hard enamel punctured the fur and flesh on its backside, drawing bright red blood in the process. Mayor Sparky then leaped off of it and spat out blood, still glaring at the injured Pawmi.
Mila winced at the damage the mayor had caused, wondering if battles such as these were violent…well, back in whatever world she came from.
The Pawmi must have realized that it was no match for Mayor Sparky, and thus decided to turn its attention to Mila instead. Standing up on its hind legs, it raised its forepaws to reveal bright yellow sacs hidden underneath. It then proceeded to clasp its forepaws and rub them together, generating electricity between them.
“Uh, Mayor Sparky?” Mila asked, feeling rather alarmed. “What’s it doing now?”
“Mila, get back!” Mayor Sparky warned her. “Unless you want the little feller to hit ya with a Thunder Shock!”
Mila leaped away right in the nick of time, just seconds before the Pawmi launched a weak bolt of electricity right where she’d been standing before. If she hadn’t asked Mayor Sparky, well…she might not have been hit terribly hard, but she certainly didn’t want to end up being paralyzed.
Before the Pawmi could take any further action, Mayor Sparky puffed out his cheeks as his antennae began to glow bright green. “Seed Bomb!” he shouted as he spat out a glowing green seed at the feral. The seed exploded upon impact, sending the Pawmi flying across the room. It then landed flat on its belly…
…and immediately vanished in a puff of purple smoke.
Mila’s jaw dropped to the floor. What even happened? Was the Pawmi dead, or was it just a trick of the imagination? After all, she certainly didn’t seem to have any recollection of wild Pokémon vanishing in puffs of smoke upon defeat.
She turned to Mayor Sparky for information, only for the Dedenne to approach her to give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “S’alright, dear,” he told her. “This is a natural thing that happens to them dungeon ferals. Like I said, Mystery Dungeons are pockets of distortions…and the ferals here are nothing more than constructs of those distortions.”
“O-okay,” Mila said shakily. She still felt uneasy about the situation, but at least she had a better understanding of what the Mystery Dungeons were like.
“Now, let’s go see what that Pawmi was hiding behind this here corridor,” said Mayor Sparky. “Follow me!”
He led Mila down the narrow corridor and into another spacious room. Mila scanned the room for any more enemy Pokémon, only to find something round and blue just a few ways away. Approaching the object, she took a sniff and realized that it was an Oran Berry. She grabbed it in her mouth and trotted over to Mayor Sparky to show the item to him.
“Well, well,” the mayor said, looking rather impressed. “Looks like ya managed to find an Oran Berry. Nice going!” He retrieved the Oran Berry and put it into his pouch. “Those are super common finds, y’know. Hunter teams always make sure to pack a bunch of ‘em before headin’ out to a Mystery Dungeon.”
He looked around the room some more. “Well, it don’t look like there’s anything else, so we might as well do a bit o’ backtrackin’ and take the other corridor.” Once again, he led the way back to the first room, this time taking the corridor that was right in front.
This new corridor was much longer than the last, with more twists and turns, but it eventually opened up to another room. However, Mila didn’t have time to look around before a loud chirping suddenly assaulted her ears. She looked up, only to find a tiny bird Pokémon with grey and white feathers and a red head diving straight towards her. She quickly rolled to the right just as the bird soared past her, missing her by a whisker.
“Have a taste o’ my Nuzzle!” Mayor Sparky called out as he pounced on the bird. Electric sparks raced along his antennae as he began vigorously rubbing his cheeks against the bird’s backside. Seconds later, a burst of electricity enveloped the bird, short-circuiting all of its nerves. It swayed from side to side before collapsing on the ground, disappearing into a puff of purple smoke immediately afterwards.
Mayor Sparky let out a sigh of relief before turning to Mila with a concerned look on her face. “I’d be more careful around those Fletchling if I were you,” he told her. “With yer Grass typing, they’re a lot more trouble than they’re worth.”
Mila simply nodded in response, knowing that she didn’t need to be told twice. After all, being a Grass-type had its own advantages as well as disadvantages.
“Liiiil!”
Mila’s ear swivelled to the source of the new voice, drawing her attention to a small Pokémon approaching her. It looked like a light green bulb with stubby limbs, a dark green collar around its neck, and three large leaves growing atop its head. Just like the previous two ferals, its eyes had a bluish tint to them as it glared at the intruders.
“What about that Petilil?” Mila asked Mayor Sparky. “Is she more trouble than she’s worth?”
“Not at all,” replied the Dedenne. “I think you can take ‘er out just fine. Remember, all ya gotta do is concentrate.”
Mila nodded before turning to the Petilil with a determined look on her face. She took a deep breath as she began to concentrate. She thought about leaves dancing in the autumn breeze…plants and trees enduring fierce storms…flowers blooming to face the sunlight.
Her mane began to glow green as she felt energy gather in her body. She took another deep breath as she concentrated further and further…until she was ready.
“Take this! Leafage!” she yelled as she released a flurry of glowing green leaves at the Petilil. The Bulb Pokémon spun around, trying to keep her eyes trained on the leaves. However, they eventually slammed into her, cutting through the Petilil like she was nothing. The Leafage proved too much for her, and she soon collapsed into a puff of purple smoke.
Mila let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she had managed to pull off a Leafage without much difficulty this time.
A glint of gold caught her eye, drawing her attention to where the sun was shining. At first, she assumed it to be just a pile of yellow grass. Upon closer inspection, however, she noticed that it was not grass at all, but rather a pile of gold coins, all bearing the letter “P” engraved into it.
“Is that…money?” she asked.
“Not just any kind of money,” replied Mayor Sparky as he scooped up the coins and put them into a small money pouch. “That’s the Poké I’ve told ya about yesterday. Very useful for buying items at shops, among other things.”
Not too far away from where she’d found the Poké, Mila also noticed another oddity: a set of marble stairs cut into the grass, going down another level. She wondered where that led.
“Ah, there’s the stairs,” Mayor Sparky chirped as he scampered over to them. “These’ll take us to the next floor. C’mon!” He then jumped down the stairs, leaving Mila behind.
Mila looked down to where she saw the mayor disappear. She then took a deep breath and proceeded down the steps after him.
* * *
~Spark Meadow, B2F~
As Mila hopped off the last step, she was confronted with a peculiar sight. She had expected to be in some sort of underground area within the dungeon; instead, her surroundings were nearly identical to that of the previous floor. Same tall grass walls, same short grass underneath…it was much too odd for her.
The only thing different was that this room was a tad smaller. A few ways off, she noticed another Pawmi sleeping in a corner. However, there was also a small yellow spider-like Pokémon with blue claws munching away at an Oran Berry – a Joltik, if she recalled correctly.
Mayor Sparky took notice of the Joltik and let out a shudder. “Let’s just take what we can and leave before that Joltik notices us,” he said. “I ain’t a fan of them varmints one bit.”
Mila nodded as she ambled over to the other items nearby. There was a bright red Apple in the grass, and next to that was a small seed that looked like a pink, puffy cloud. She picked both of them up and brought them both to Mayor Sparky to examine.
“Well, well,” the Dedenne said as he retrieved the items. “Looks like we got ourselves a fresh new Apple. They’re usually ripe during the summer season.” He tossed the pink Seed up and down as he chuckled. “And that is a Sleep Seed. Anyone who eats that will soon find themselves dozin’ off to dreamland. Recommended for some tough battles.”
Stashing away the Apple and Sleep Seed in his pouch, Mayor Sparky led Mila down the long corridor into another small room. Another Fletchling nearly ambushed them, but Mayor Sparky took care of it. After Mila went over and retrieved the Oran Berry that the Fletchling had been guarding, the two of them proceeded down another set of stairs leading to the next floor.
* * *
~Spark Meadow, B3F~
Mila had barely cleared the second set of stairs, when she heard a sudden yelp. She whirled around and saw that another Joltik had quickly pounced on Mayor Sparky, pinning the rodent to the ground. Thinking quickly, she lunged forward and smacked it away with a headbutt. The Joltik sailed across the room and slammed against the wall, the force of the impact causing it to dissipate in a puff of purple smoke.
Mila helped the mayor up, who gave her a word of thanks. Unfortunately, the brief moment of respite didn’t last long before the two heard a screech. Mila looked up to find a Fletchling coming right at her, but did not have time to duck before she felt the bird’s sharp beak jab her shoulder.
Yowling in pain, she backed off, clutching her shoulder as the first trickle of blood began oozing from the cut.
“That hurt!” she hissed at the Fletchling, whose beak was now tipped with blood. Her blood. Not to mention it had this sort of boastful look in its otherwise soulless eyes.
While Mila was occupied with the Fletchling, Mayor Sparky had been taken off-guard by a Petilil that had just tackled him back to the ground. Thinking quickly, he darted around the Grass-type a few times before striking her in the back with a Nuzzle. Unfortunately, this only angered the Petilil, and she whirled around to attack Mayor Sparky with Absorb.
“Mayor Sparky!” Mila called out, feeling helpless. As much as she wanted to help him, there was still the Fletchling to worry about. If one Peck was enough to leave a gash, who knew what a second one would do?
Sure enough, the Fletchling’s beak began to glow white again, and it swooped down for another Peck. Before it could hit its mark, however, Mila suddenly felt her body move on her own as she sidestepped to dodge the attack. As it passed by, she bared her fangs and bit its wing as hard as she could.
A sickening sound like hollow bones being crunched against teeth filled her ears, and blood sprayed her vision. Still, she refused to let go despite the Fletchling’s pained screeches. She then flung the bird across the room, where it tumbled to a stop and vanished in a puff of purple smoke.
A pained squeak alerted her, and she whirled around just in time to see the Petilil collapse in a heap before immediately disappearing in another puff of purple smoke. Mayor Sparky was breathing heavily, clutching his arm while his tail-tip dug itself into the ground to try and keep himself steady.
“D-dang Petilil and their Absorb attacks,” he muttered as he reached into his pouch to retrieve an Oran Berry.
Mila walked over to him, wincing as she tried to put pressure on her injured leg. Noticing this, Mayor Sparky took out another Oran Berry and rolled it over to her. Mila smiled and gave him a word of thanks before eating her Oran Berry. Almost immediately, she felt the pain in her shoulder disappear as the gash quickly healed up, leaving behind only a barely-visible nick.
With the enemies cleared out, the two took the time to gather the items that were left behind. As Mila walked over to pick up a bright red Cheri Berry (which she knew had the power to heal paralysis), she recalled how she had quickly reacted to the Fletchling’s second Peck, as well as how she had retaliated.
Excited, she turned to Mayor Sparky, who had just finished stashing a spare Oran Berry in the pouch. “Hey, Mayor Sparky?” she said.
“Hm?” The Dedenne turned to face her. “What is it?”
“I think I might have just learned a new move,” Mila replied.
That seemed to grab Mayor Sparky’s interest. “Do tell,” he said. “We can talk as we walk down this ‘ere corridor.” He pointed to the mouth of a corridor not too far off to his left, and the two of them headed right down.
As they walked down the long, narrow corridor, Mayor Sparky looked over his shoulder at Mila. “So, Mila,” he said. “What kind of new move did ya learn this time?”
Mila took a deep breath as she explained to Sparky what had happened during her scuffle with the Fletchling. She recalled a feeling of frustration and anger that overcame her, like she wanted to physically injure the Fletchling and make it pay for pecking her shoulder like that. It was almost as if a sense of ill intent had come over her, and when the Fletching went for another attack, she quickly retaliated and returned the pain tenfold with just one bite to its wing.
“Hmm,” Mayor Sparky said with a grin. “If frustration and anger was all it took to bite that bird’s wing in half, then I say you did indeed learn a new move. Specifically, Bite!” He flicked his tail happily. “At least now ya got something to defend yerself with against the next Fletchling ya run into. Or another Flying-type, fer that matter.”
As they reached the end of the corridor, the two found themselves face-to-face with another Petilil, this time accompanied by a Joltik. This time, Mila took the initiative and quickly used her new Bite on the Joltik before it could react, causing the bug’s body to dissipate between her jaws. She then whirled around and hit the Petilil with Leafage, allowing Mayor Sparky to finish the job with Nuzzle.
With both enemies down, they then proceeded to collect two Oran Berries, some more Poké and another Sleep Seed before proceeding down the stairs to the next floor.
* * *
~Spark Meadow, B4F~
“Well, here we are,” Mayor Sparky announced as he hopped off the last step of the staircase. “The last floor of Spark Meadow. We’re almost there!”
Mila could only let out a sigh of relief. The whole trip had been really long, and her legs were starting to feel like jelly. But hearing that she was now at the final floor of the dungeon seemed to make the spring return to her steps.
The first thing she noticed was a sleeping Fletchling not too far off. Remembering the Pawmi from the previous two floors, she decided to sneak around it so as to avoid waking it up. Admiring her caution, Mayor Sparky led the way down a corridor to the left of the Fletchling. Soon, they had left the room unscathed.
As Mila followed Mayor Sparky down the corridor, she felt a nagging question burn in her mind. “Um, Mayor Sparky?” she began. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything you want, little miss,” replied the mayor. “I’m all ears.”
Mila thought it over carefully as she formulated her question. “What’s a hunter team,” she finally asked. “I keep hearing about you talking about them, but…what are they, really?”
Mayor Sparky nearly tripped over his own feet upon being asked this question. He quickly turned to face her, his eyes wide with surprise. “Wait, ya mean you don’t know?!” He rubbed a forepaw against his temple, feeling flabbergasted. “Man, you really weren’t bluffin’ when you said you didn’t remember anything.”
Mila tucked her head between her shoulders as her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.
Mayor Sparky let out a sigh, unsure how to explain the whole “hunter team” thing. “Well, to put it simply, hunter teams are units of two to three Pokémon who travel all across the Raidon Archipelago. They’re the ones who go into Mystery Dungeons for all sorts of jobs – be it rescuing Pokémon, tracking down outlaws, or even finding treasure. Most Pokémon stay away from Mystery Dungeons, but for a hunter team…Mystery Dungeons are their livelihood!”
Mila’s eyes lit up in awe. Pokémon who go into Mystery Dungeons for the thrill of it…now that was something she could definitely see herself doing.
Mayor Sparky flicked his tail. “That’s pretty much the gist o’ what I know,” he said. “I know there are some kids in the village who study up on them hunter teams. Why not give ‘em a visit sometime?”
Mila nodded. “Sure,” she replied, making a mental note to tell Jin once she returned to the Lightfang residence.
They kept walking until they reached another room containing the final set of stairs in Spark Meadow. There was also a Cheri Berry, with a sleeping Pawmi nearby. Upon closer inspection, however, Mila noticed that the Pawmi’s ears would occasionally twitch, while its eyes would crack open before closing shut again.
“This is gonna be rather tricky,” Mayor Sparky said, stroking his chin. “The Pawmi looks like it’s guarding that Cheri Berry, but it’s also dozin’ off.”
“Leave it to me, Mayor Sparky,” Mila said. “I’m sure I can nab the Cheri Berry without waking it up.”
Mayor Sparky let out a sigh. “Alright, but don’t get in over yer head, little miss.”
Mila nodded before crouching down, letting her feline instincts take over as she stealthily approached the Cheri Berry. She occasionally paused to take a glance at the sleeping Pawmi, anticipating any signs of its waking up, before returning her focus to the Cheri Berry. She did this a few times before finally snatching it up in her jaws.
She couldn’t believe it. She had actually retrieved an item without waking a sleeping feral! As much as she wanted to celebrate, however, she knew it would have to wait – there was still the sleeping Pawmi to worry about, after all.
Instead, she flicked her tail to send a silent signal to Mayor Sparky. The Dedenne nodded his head as he followed her lead. Together, they took one more look around before descending down the staircase that would lead them out of the Mystery Dungeon known as Spark Meadow.
* * *
~Thunderclap Valley, Leila’s Residence~
As Mila hopped off the last set of stairs, she noticed something strangely different. Instead of walls of yellow grass, she found herself standing in open air once more. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the cluster of tall yellow grass behind her, swaying in the breeze…except now, she was on the other side of that cluster. Just ahead lay more fields of short, yellow grass, with a few trees to provide shade from the harsh sunlight that was now beating down on her and Mayor Sparky.
However, the sun was of little concern as Mayor Sparky stretched his tiny body. “Finally out,” he said. “Man, that run sure proved to be a bit more difficult than I remember.”
He turned to Mila with a smile on his face. “But hey, at least ya got some experience out of it,” he added. “And ya even learned a new move in the process.”
Mila smiled to herself, knowing that she had another move to use besides Leafage. She then raised her head and noticed something else in the distance: a gnarled old tree stump, a wooden thing that stood out among the spotty trees. Four wooden constructs jutted out from the sides of the stump, all of them mostly yellow with some blue. “Is that…?”
Mayor Sparky looked ahead and grinned. “That be it!” he announced. “The trapmaker’s place. C’mon!” He then scampered ahead, taking the lead once more as the two made an immediate beeline for the stump.
As they approached the stump, Mila was surprised to find that it was bigger up close. Just from looking at the entrance alone, she noticed a rounded lantern hanging over the doorway, with a crate of glowing blue rocks nearby – Chargestones, if her memory served correctly.
Mayor Sparky took a deep breath as he approached the door. “Now, before I knock on the door, I need to tell ya something,” he said. “The trapmaker…well, let’s just say, she can be quite eccentric at times. And also temperamental. But her heart’s in the right place, and she knows when to get things done, and done right.”
“OK…so, what should I do?”
Mayor Sparky gave her a reassuring wink. “Just be on yer best behavior, s’all.” He then turned to the door and knocked on it three times.
“Coming,” came a voice from inside. Mila heard a series of skittering. Then, the door began to open.
Standing right before the two at the entrance was a Pokémon that looked like a bright yellow tarantula with blue and purple accents on her underside. Her large four legs bore dark yellow stripes that zigzagged around, while her large eyes were green, with her four smaller ones being turquoise and finally blue. A pair of old-fashioned goggles were strapped around her forehead, while a blue scarf was wrapped around her thorax.
Mila’s jaw dropped. “Mayor Sparky,” she whispered. “You didn’t tell me the trapmaker was a Galvantula! Besides, did you say earlier you didn’t like Joltik?”
The Galvantula frowned a little at that remark. “Yeah, I’m a Galvantula,” she snarked. “So what? You got a problem with that, kid?”
“S-sorry,” Mila stammered, crouching down to the ground to make herself seem smaller. “It’s just…I didn’t know!”
The Galvantula let out a sigh. “Yeah, I get that a lot,” she said. “Everyone comes here hoping that I’ll be something different after running into all those Joltik in Spark Meadow, and then BOOM! They see I’m actually their evolved form. It’s…it’s really frustrating.”
She shook her head. “But enough about that,” she said, turning to Mayor Sparky as her expression brightened. “It’s been a while, Mayor Sparky. How have things been lately?”
“Pretty good, actually,” replied the mayor. “Things have definitely been looking up in Trueno Village after the last guy finally got the boot he deserved.”
That made the Galvantula snort with laughter. “That’s awesome to hear,” she chuckled. “Not gonna lie, that Electabuzz was every bit as useful as a braindead Slowpoke. All talk, and no action. I dunno why he ever became mayor to begin with. But I’m glad to hear that you took up the mantle. I always knew that if there was someone who had the potential to become mayor, it’d be you, Sparky.”
The Dedenne blushed as he rubbed the back of his head with one paw. “Aw, shucks,” he chuckled.
“But enough about that,” said the Galvantula. “What brings you and your friend here?”
“Ah, right.” Mayor Sparky cleared his throat as he gestured towards Mila. “This little lady here is Miss Mila Holt. And before ya say anythin’, no, she ain’t no spy from the Misty Woods…despite what that moron Niko would suggest.”
“Eh, figures,” the Galvantula said with a shrug. “I hope someone does something about that so-called ‘queen’ soon. No wonder the Sprigatito line is currently endangered on our islands.”
A chill ran down Mila’s spine. The Sprigatito line…was endangered? Because of their reputation being tarnished by one of their own, never mind one of their evolutions? All of a sudden, Niko’s suspicions were starting to make sense.
Thankfully, her worries were eased as the Galvantula changed the subject. “But enough about that,” she said. She then turned her gaze to Mila. “If you’re not from the Misty Woods, then where are you originally from? Where are your parents?”
Mila looked down at her forepaws. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t remember anything about my past.”
Except for my name, and the knowledge that I used to be a human, she added silently to herself.
The Galvantula narrowed her primary eyes to little green slits, as if studying Mila. Then, she nodded. “Fair enough,” she said. “I’m sure your memory will come back in due time, though. Don’t worry.”
She then reached out with one of her pedipalps. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mila,” she said. “My name’s Leila Solas. I’m the local trapmaker, and I maintain close contact with Trueno Village.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied Mila as she shook Leila’s pedipalp.
Leila smiled as she retrieved her pedipalp before tucking herself inside. “Why don’t you two come inside, so we can have a little chat? I’ll see if I can make something for the two of you, especially after going through Spark Meadow. Just mind the webs, alright?”
“Thank you kindly, Leila,” said Mayor Sparky as he and Mila went inside. Once in, Mila noticed that the place was a lot bigger on the inside than it was outside. The whole interior was covered in spiderwebs that gave off electricity – on the floor, on the walls, and even on the ceilings and furniture! In one corner of the room was a strange gadget that resembled a box with a few buttons on it and a flat screen, powered by a single Chargestone swathed in electric webs. A metal pipe extended from the back of the box, snaking around a portion of the wall before jutting up through the roof. Several more devices were tucked away in another corner, none of which Mila could recognize.
“Over here, Mila,” Mayor Spark called, waving to her to take a seat at a wooden table sitting atop a round, yellow carpet. The table was covered with webs like everything else, along with a few scorch marks here and there. Several blue cushions surrounded the table, surprisingly none of which were covered in webs.
“Sorry about the mess back there,” Leila chuckled as she rummaged through the kitchenette. “But I do hope you can make yourselves as comfortable as you can.”
“It’s fine,” replied Mila. “As a matter of fact, I find it quite fitting, especially for someone like you.”
She could almost swear that she saw a faint blush appear on Leila’s cheeks, though that lasted for no longer than a second before turning to a Chargestone-powered machine that resembled a kettle. “So, what can I get you?”
“Eh, the usual,” Mayor Sparky answered.
“And you, Mila?”
Mila thought long and hard about what she’d like. “I’d like something sweet,” she said. “But nothing dry.”
Leila barked out a laugh. “Ha! Like I’d ever have any dry-flavoured Berries on hand. Sweet Berries, on the other hand, now that’s a good choice!” She skittered over to a crate that was chock-full of Berries. “Right now, I’ve got a whole bunch of Watmel Berries just sitting there. I can make a smoothie out of them, if you’d like.”
Mila’s eyes lit up at the mention of “smoothie” as her mouth watered a little. “Oh, yes, please!”
Leila smiled as she turned to Mayor Sparky. “Watmel smoothie alright with you, too, Sparks?”
“Eh, why not?”
“Alrighty, then!” Leila reached into a cupboard and whipped out two glasses. “Two Watmel smoothies, coming right up!” She then brought out one of the Watmel Berries and began chopping away at it, dicing it into little pieces before dunking them in the kettle-like object. She put in a few more ingredients before closing the kettle tightly shut and pressing a button.
A whirring sound soon filled the air as the Watmel Berry pieces were blended together before Leila stopped the machine and poured the resulting contents into the two glasses. Lastly, she took out two straws and plunked them in each glass before bringing out the smoothing to serve her guests.
“Here you are,” she announced. “Two Watmel smoothies, made from one of my latest gadgets. Bon appétit!”
Mila took a sip of the Watmel smoothie, and was instantly captivated by the flavours within. Sure, there was a hint of bitterness, similar to that of a lime, but it certainly complemented the sweet fruitiness that dominated much of the smoothie.
Mayor Sparky took a sip of his own smoothie and laid back with a sigh. “Just the thing I needed after a long trek through Spark Meadow,” he said.
Leila giggled. “That’s good to hear,” she replied. “If it helps, you could just go around that cluster of grass next time. That way, you won’t have to go past all those dungeon ferals.”
“Actually,” Mayor Sparky cut in. “That’s exactly what we came here to see ya for. Y’see, we got a bit of a feral problem in our hands recently.”
The Galvantula’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding,” she gasped.
“I kid you not. And on top o’ that, we also have a missing Pokémon case. Do ya happen to know of a kid named George Burrows Phanpy?”
Leila stood there, stiff as stone, as her pupils shrank. “No way,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re not referring to Knox’s son, are you?”
Mayor Sparky nodded, his expression grave. “I’m afraid so,” he replied. He knew all too well what had happened to one of Trueno Village’s beloved citizens…the way his normally friendly expression suddenly changed within the blink of an eye…the way his appearance changed as the ruination took over, until all that was left was a corrupted Donphan who was barely himself anymore. That dark day was why Sparky had stepped up to run as the new mayor, and replace the previous mon who simply could not be bothered to do anything except cast poor old Knox out and let nature decide his fate.
Leila remained speechless as the yellow fur on her face became pale. After a moment, however, she composed herself. “… Tell me it wasn’t another bandit.”
“Not this time,” came the mayor’s answer as he reached into his pouch to take out another one of George’s missing posters. “Have a looksee at what we’re dealin’ with this time.”
Leila took the poster and examined it. “Let’s see…last seen in Thunderclap Valley…night he was kidnapped by a beast…trapped inside a Mystery Dungeon or not…” She lowered the poster, dread filling her eyes. “I… I don’t believe it…”
“Well, ya better believe it,” replied Mayor Sparky. “We’ve only had one eyewitness to the kidnapping, which is his ma. She claims that this supposed beast makes a hissin’ noise, has ominous blue eyes and sharp fangs, and can create holes.”
Makes a hissing noise, has ominous blue eyes and sharp fangs, and can create holes? Mila swore all those descriptions sounded familiar to her.
“But that’s impossible,” Leila pointed out. “Dungeon ferals never wander outside the Mystery Dungeons. The only plausible reason I can come up with for George’s kidnapping is…if…”
It dawned on her. “Actually, hold that thought,” she said. “I need to check up on something.” Quick as a flash, she skittered over to the device with the buttons and flat screen. Pulling the goggles over her eyes, she pressed a few of the buttons. Mila heard a few beeping noises coming from the device as the Galvantula made a series of inputs.
After a short moment, there was a faint ping from the device. “I knew it,” Leila said. “Come over here, quickly!”
Mila and Mayor Sparky rushed to her side. “Here,” Leila said, pointing to the screen. “Take a look at what’s on the Mystery Radar.” Mila took a closer look at the screen of the radar. She noticed that the screen was displaying a map that was exactly like the one Mayor Sparky had shown her, except it was zoomed in to show only Thunderclap Valley. Several dots covered the valley, most of them yellow, save for one lone dot which Mila guessed was Trueno Village.
“My stars,” Mayor Sparky breathed, eyes wide with horror.
“My thoughts exactly, my friend,” Leila replied, slowly nodding her head. “It seems like the ruination levels in Thunderclap Valley have been steadily increasing. The Mysteriosity we’re experiencing is getting worse.”
Mila was confused. Ruination levels? Mysteriosity? What did all of that mean? And more importantly…would all that explain why the Shiny Scovillain from earlier had blue eyes instead of the usual black?
“That’s exactly why we need yer help, Leila,” Mayor Sparky’s voice cut into her thoughts. “I brought Mila over because she sprung a trap that helped us capture a Scovillain yesterday. We thought, maybe you could take ‘er in and show her how to make some craftier traps to capture them ferals?”
Leila tore her eyes away from the radar and put a pedipalp to her chin in thought. “Hmm, well…” she said. She then smiled and nodded. “Sure. I’ve been itching to get out there for some time anyway. Besides, I’ve already mapped out a couple of blueprints for some new feral traps.”
Leila went over to the other corner and began digging away at the pile of gadgets. It took her a while, but she eventually found what she was looking for: a crate filled with scroll after scroll of paper. “There you are, my beauty,” she chirped as she dragged the crate towards her. “My blueprint box, all full of my ideas…both good, aaaaand embarrassingly bad.”
Mila stood up on her hind legs and peered into the crate. Sure enough, she noticed that some of the scrolls contained designs for several traps that looked like they could be of use.
“I’ve been studying up on the Mystery Dungeons for some time now,” said Leila. “And one thing that really stuck out to me were the traps. They might be annoying for hunter teams, but man are they fascinating for a scientist and inventor like me! Just looking at the mechanisms for each one, and how they function…ooh, it really gets the hemoglobin pumping!” Her abdomen rattled vigorously as she let out a girly squeal.
“I…I see,” Mila stammered, looking rather bewildered. “So, uh, when would you like to start?”
Leila’s grin expanded as she took out one of the blueprints. “Right now,” she answered. She unfurled the scroll to reveal the intricate design of a trap – one that displayed a pitfall trap exactly like the one Mila had created yesterday. However, this one seemed to be covered in electric webs that looked like they could trap and electrocute anyone foolish enough to come into contact with the threads.
“Mayor Sparky said the beast liked to create holes, didn’t he?” Leila said, narrowing her eyes. “Well then, let’s see how it feels when we give it a taste of its own medicine!”
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